Mrs Woolf

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

- Virgina Woolf, A Room Of One's Own (1929)

Mrs Woolf's truism called to mind my tastebud tingling farewell London dinner.  It took place at St John Bread & Wine Spitalfields, a London restaurant specialising in back-to-basics, no-squeamishness allowed British dining.  A bottle of Moët, good friends and a fabulously no holds barred menu (ox tongue and rabbit offal, anyone?).  It's enough to make a girl salivate...