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Tredwell’s, Covent Garden

Before I launch, eating and slurping into 2015, I want to tell you about my lunch at Tredwell’s. A lunch that took place many months ago, in a year we called 2014.

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Despite less than favourable reviews, I was keen to try Marcus Wareing’s newest and most ‘accessible’ establishment. The restaurant was named after the butler in Agatha Christie’s The Seven Dials Mystery, so it had to have hidden depths (even if the soulless dining room suggested otherwise).

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Turns out I was right to trust my instincts as aside from the lack of customers chatting and chomping, I rather enjoyed my meal. Prawns on a bed of white polenta with white garlic and chicken broth (£8.50) was a lovely start. A hug in a bowl, it was sweet and sumptuous with pleasant warmth.

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Sea Bass was of similar design, but this time the gently cooked fish crouched on creamed carrots, lentils and shallots (£15). Had it not been for the sides of Kale Slaw (£3.50) and Sweet Potato Chips (£4.50), I could have lost the false teeth for the duration of the course. As with the starter, this dish was made for Mr Soft.

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A Virtuous Chocolate Brownie (£5) was shared for dessert, washed down with what remained of our carafe of house white (£13). It looked like a brownie, but a lack of eggs, dairy, wheat and refined sugar changed the taste and texture beyond repair. I regretted my choice and vowed never to liken ‘virtue’ to a ‘pudding’ again.

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I wouldn’t rush back to Tredwell’s, but I certainly wouldn’t avoid it as some critics suggest. The food is tasty, well presented and not insanely priced. So it’s a shame the restaurant is deprived of charisma and warmth due to a distinctive lack of bodies.

Tredwell’s, 4A Upper St Martin’s Lane, London, WC2H 9NY

Food 4/5 – Price 3/5 – Staff 4/5 – Atmosphere – 2/5

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Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium, Bethnal Green

The word that best describes Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium is ‘surreal’. You pay a £5 entry fee (the NHS doesn’t cater for small, furry animals) to spend two hours hanging around cat obsessed ladies and gents, who pat, play and photograph the 11 resident cats. To put it bluntly, it’s a cat brothel.

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We went to research (don’t ask), drink tea and eat cake. The selection of cakes is pretty impressive and, after waiting a good ten minutes, my brownie was as chocolaty and fudgy as I’d imagined. In hindsight, we should have gone at lunch for a tasty Brick Lane Bagel, Filled Croissant or Platter – choose between The Kitten, The Housecat or The Platter. It’s the Londoner’s Circle of Life.

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It was hard to think about anything but cats during our visit. Everywhere I looked, another fluffball was either asleep, running round a giant hamster wheel or being taunted by customers. Even the shelves were clear for cats to roam above our heads. It’s an ailurophobiac’s nightmare and a cat lovers dream.

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Before I finish, I must remind you of the Emporium’s House Rules. If you don’t follow them, you will be taken down on social media (yes, these cats have their own twitter handles):

  1. Don’t pick up the cats (they hate it)
  2. Don’t give the cats any food or drink (they’re getting too fat)
  3. Don’t wake sleeping cats (they apparently need 18 hours a day – what the hell?!)
  4. Don’t use flash photography (they have sensitive eyes)
  5. Don’t disturb eating cats (kitty doesn’t share)

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So there you have it. If you’re obsessed with cats, go. If you hate cats, don’t. As for me, I’m holding out for the puppy café.

Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium, 152-154 Bethnal Green Road, London, E2 6DG