Рецепт Bob Bob Ricard

Is it just me, or is taking a Tube from Barbican to Oxford Street at lunchtime rather like stepping into some sort of Dr Who TARDIS and emerging in a totally different universe? When I board, I am surrounded by people in dark suits, pencil skirts, Thomas Pink blouses and serious expressions. When I emerge, it is into a world of meandering tourists, wannabe IT-girls in precarious heels, creative types with Macs, and canoodling couples in the sunshine. It feels like a mini-break to Mars than a lunch hour

The reason for my midday TARDIS trip is to pay a long overdue visit to the much-discussed Bob Bob Ricard for a Posh Lunch organised by my friend Niamh of Eat Like a Girl to try the restaurant’s July lunchtime special. For the…