Restaurant Spy ; We Were Convinced the Man On the Next Table at L'anima Was Max Mosley
Evening Standard - London › March 23, 2009
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I love nostalgia. I love the way it has the power to make what's intrinsically worthless seem valuable. That big old sweater you can't bear to bin; music you haven't played any time in the last ten years but it would be a crime against the heart to throw away. The good news is that nostalgia is officially making a comeback. A hard winter and hard times mean we've gone running for the tried and tested. The only peculiar thing is that it's the Eighties that is the decade currently exciting the national imagination. Apparently, next season women will be wearing shoulder pads; triangular silhouettes paying homage to the stars of Dallas and Dynasty. And Michael Jackson is on tour in the summer.
Nowhere encapsulates the heady glamour of the Eighties as much as the City, where excess started in the Eighties, celebrated with copious amounts of fizz and world-class food. Pay packets may have taken a nose-dive but people still have to eat, and as it's been a while since I visited the capital's money-making centre for supper, I took Guy for dinner at L'Anima.See the full content of this document
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Restaurant Spy ; We Were Convinced the Man On the Next Table at L'anima Was Max Mosley
The restaurant is new but the City hasn't changed a bit. It still looks freshly minted.
Endlessly tall, grey buildings make you feel as if you're starring in a futuristic blockbuster....See the full content of this document
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