Despite being damned by the world and separated by society, my nephew, Mr Carrot, and I occasionally manage to elude our guards and meet up to wreak our vengeance on the Capital. Last weekend was just such a weekend.Now, my darling Julian sees part of his role as a notable lavenderist about town to educate me on aspects of society I may miss during my life of pious contemplation in the Midlands. (More on this later when we review Molly Houses of London: RVT)
In this instance Julian, citing prudence and taste, encouraged me to into a Vietnamese establishment, Viet (34 Greek Street, Soho), where I tried Pho for the first time.
