The falconer

If anyone misses me while I'm gone, go to the falconer on oxford street. It's the french-diner-esque looking joint with the massive lemon meringue pies in the street window.

Take a green leather booth, order the scrambled eggs with potato, rosemary and leek galette and a skim flat white and watch the waistcoated bar boys.

I left a little of my spirit there this morning.