Noms and the City: A belated review of Gauthier

There are many problems with having a day job. For a start it constrains my artistic bent, limiting my writing to the hours of darkness (which some would argue is strangely appropriate). For a second, I have to pretend to the world to be a demure and serious business woman and hide the fact that I am, in fact, an eighteenth century harlot, which can come as a shock to the system on occasion. One major benefit, however, are the executive junkets, which at best give me the chance to meet up with young Julian, and at least let me travel the country scouting for pretty and noms.

Thus is was that some months ago (for I am a busy woman my dears, and time simply rushes away from me, like a cheeseboy on roller-skates) we ended up in the bustling heart of Soho in the salubrious establishment that is Gauthier. Such a beautiful environment – flowers and pictures and clean white lines in a lovely old townhouse. The welcome was warm and, well welcoming.  The restaurant itself was spread over three floors, making me feel like a hedonistic Victorian lady, immersed in a society of polite manners and cheap doxies.

Breaking News: We Aren't Dead

Darling readers, you may have noticed some radio silence from the Good Ship Illustrated London Noms.  Do not panic, for we have not capsized nor been lured by sirens (well, any more than usual) and both myself and Ms Peas have been unaffected by the riots that have gripped London and the counties in the past weeks.

You see, last month I accompanied my dear Mr Apple on a trip to his homeland, exploring the delights of Nippon (and, of course, nomming everything in sight).  Rest assured I had my daguerreotype and numerous plates on hand to record the finest delights I encountered, and will be recounting some of those here when everything calms down.

And as for Ms Peas?  Well, rumour has it in my absence she eloped from the Shires to a select theatrical gathering along with Mr Green and Ms Dasher.  Of course, I am not one to listen to rumour in general (it having been so cruel to me in the past), but in this case I suspect it may very well be right.  Especially the part about colourful drinks made with flaming sambuccas, discussions on the gold standard, and Scottish thespians in revealing skirts.

In any case, normal Illustrated London Noms service will resume shortly.  And in the meantime, I suggest you amuse yourselves in whatever way pleases you most (though do try not to cause too much of a scandal while doing so…)

Yours, J Carrot (Esq)