tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013521344905919648.post6828599350417026650..comments2024-03-08T22:19:53.751-08:00Comments on Wine, food and other pleasures: Quo Vadis: that's where I'll be goingLucy Bridgershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09046696885992573283noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013521344905919648.post-63553617310567849182012-10-17T02:30:15.973-07:002012-10-17T02:30:15.973-07:00Great stuff! Back then I was once there when Jarvi...Great stuff! Back then I was once there when Jarvis Cocker (and I think the rest of Pulp) came down from the upstairs bar and took a table in the restaurant. The whole room was distracted by this and later on in the evening I couldn't resist, rather tipsily, going over to say "thank you" to him. So love Jarvis.Lucy Bridgershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09046696885992573283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013521344905919648.post-21591645469031318592012-10-12T05:22:53.542-07:002012-10-12T05:22:53.542-07:00I love Quo Vadis too and the big card menus are my...I love Quo Vadis too and the big card menus are my favourite. In my book, EATING MY WORDS I describe a night out in QV with the PA to the arms dealer I had been a private chef to. It was owned by Damien Hirst and Fernando Peire (ex Ivy)at the time. Fernando got me a bit tipsy on Champagne and I managed to knock my glass over, smashing it on my plate of lobster. He stopped me from picking out the shards and continuing to eat. Oh happy days!Gill Watsonhttp://www.gillwatson.co.uknoreply@blogger.com