Everyone has a new beau…at least every third Thursday in November. This year was no different at Central Michel Richard, that bastion of fine bistro fare, which again debuted this liquid grape in diapers—“this wine is only a month old!” exclaimed sommelier Mark Slater as he sampled the first pour. Congratulations! We have a bouncing baby vintage.
It’s a sign of the times that London’s private clubs, long bastions for ambered traditions and starchy members, are rehauling their interiors and, frankly, being so public about it. Case in point is the Lansdowne Club – once part of the larger Lansdown.