It’s 1pm on Sunday, 5th June.
There’s a beautiful Georgian townhouse. The sort of rapacious dark-oak den that you’ve always wanted to frequent regularly for supper. Giuseppe Mascoli – a charmer like you – has had his way with it, making it the perfect place for media moguls to hand out cream coloured business cards next to a roaring fire, or for a group of loveable corporate rogues to enjoy the ‘best of Italian wine’, carrying on a very vocal conversation with an astute chap, notable for his impeccable manners and penchant for beautiful word pairings…
Oh, that’s Tom Parker Bowles. Yes, the scribe himself is playing host this feverish London afternoon in June 2011, along with his confidant and remarkably creative wing man–come Chef, Alberto Figueroa, second in command at Blacks, and as luck would have it, a native of Mexico City.
So, if you read the Evening Standard, or Telegraph, or even the Independent, you’ll know these big guns have done this sort of Bacchanalian lunch thing before. You’ll also know that there’ll be things like exotic Sea bream ceviche and acute tender beef mason and Drunken Lamb on the menu. Of course, they’ll be sangrias and tequilas and a whole lot of animated conversation – the gravitas of which will probably centre around another poet-like figure, a chap ostensibly more continental in nature, notable, in after sight, for the delicate way in which he tilts his cap and makes extravagant gestures over a glass of dry red wine.
But you should probably just go for the stylish tweed jacket and tie combo. Wear a neat smile, and bring along a couple of bone coloured business cards.
I know you’re the sort not to be outdone by some wildly arrogant media harpie.
For non-members too. Priced at GBP 35 per head (excluding drinks), lunch will be served from 1pm to 5pm. Owing to demand, payment must be made in advance to confirm reservation.
To make a booking, call 020 7734 5399 or email moira@blacksclub.com.
7 Dean Street
Soho, London
W1D 4QH
