Dejeuner a trois

It was a while since we last met. Three bad boys, ad boys, reliving the good old days; the lunches, the expense accounts, the people, the gaffes and the triumphs. The venue was a luncheon club, located yards from the exclusive Ivy restaurant. This was Le Beaujolais, and we’d all been members and fortuitously, one of us still was!

Nothing seemed to have changed. It was Arbroath Smokies all round... that most French of hors d’oeuvres. The wines were French too... and eyewateringly expensive and the cheeses walked onto our plates.

Now we need to save up for next time!