A distinct phenomenon in the Home Counties occurs around lunchtime. Scores of grey haired oldies are leaving their million pound homes gravitating into town. One who couldn’t make it held us up frustratingly, lying in a wicker basket, like a Harrod’s hamper, in the back of a hearse all spent. The living are heading to Côte, an authentic French restaurant, with bargain priced menu where they’re spending their equity release several times a week.
The grey tide is knocking back moules frites, confit, pissaladière, and other non-Brexit delights, the charming waiter is Polish. Enjoyable fare if rather Château Hypocrite.
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Are you sure the old lady in the wicker basket hadn’t had some dodgy moules somewhere? :-)