We met friends from Malaysia at the Quality Chop House, an old favourite, for lunch. They were doing Sunday lunch, which was very good (despite my disinterest in Sunday lunch) but not quite as spectacular as I remember it. Whether this is because of Sunday lunch or that it has gone down in quality, I don’t know. In any case, with its very long history I suppose it can take a few ups and downs.
This was followed by a stroll through Clerkenwell and skirting the edge of the City to St Paul’s and over to the South Bank. We popped in at certain landmarks – St John’s for madeleines, the Charterhouse, St Bartholomew the Great, the Postman’s Park, the Guildhall, the Tate Modern. We ended in Soho, at Princi where they maintained their standard of terrible service by beautiful young Italians. Then finally we parted ways.
The conversation, as is usual in this group, was heavily dominated by meditation etc which I have little to no interest in, so I spent a lot of time thinking of something else. But I do enjoy their company, and am sorry we only became close friends towards the end of our time in Malaysia.