Two days before my highly anticipated meal at Jason Atherton’s much hyped “Berners Tavern” I felt that familiar, Autumnally occurring, glass-in-the -throat moment. “Noooo, not now!” I screamed to myself. Having waited for months to get a table with a seating time of 21.00 (and strictly limited to two hours) the last thing I needed was a case of ‘man flu’. So there I was, in my scarf, wool jumper and a jacket stuffed with Kleenex at the simply majestic “Edition” Hotel just off Tottenham Court road. Read more →
