Starting with a bottle of my favourite champers in the bar (hoping it was to everyone's taste... my taste buds were indeed impressed) and soon moved to our table for the evening.
A quick look around and there was John Cleese - my complete inability to star-spot is clearly high lighted here as I was facing him and didn't even recognise him after he was pointed out!A short time later and Helena Bonham-Carter turned up with Tim Burton (has that man no hair brush???) and a few others to dine one table over from ours.
Charles Darwin sat in the corner eating alone... well, OK, we had no idea who he was, but he really did look like Charles Darwin and he was eating alone.
Some stringy haired lads appeared a little later... surely they must be 'someone' - why else would you let such a scruffy bunch in?
Who on earth was that at the head of the table behind us...? Very familiar face...
Rather unfortunate that on the night Lucy and I went last year, no one of any note turned up and we ate 'alone'.
The lobster was excruciatingly good again, as was the sticky toffee pudding and the wine.
The finale was offered when Teresa and Heather ordered a Baked Alaska to share and the waiteress turned up with all the ingredients and put on a seriously spectacular display of fire on a pudding.
Delicious...
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