This was a chance to catching up and enjoying some good tucker, Wong Kei’s on Wardour Street a personal favourite. Normally, I’m happy with the scoff and run, fast service at Formica tables, by the open kitchen, this place is an excellent refuel stop. We were lucky to get a VIP table on the first floor, which means we missed out at the chance to laugh at the truly rude service and had the luxury of a table cloth.
I shall never forget the chuckles on the occasion when, a loud American backpacker got thrown out for the audacity of asking for milk to go in his tea, it was one of those true belly laughing times I will never forget.
Walked off our dinner in the Garden to see a few of the Elephants, and that was before getting down to the true gossip at The Harp