It is altogether too hot, but the service was charming, and there are a surprising number of comedians here we didn’t realise would be coming, so it’s a good day already. Inevitably the timings are completely off, but eventually we are eating. There’s a fine deli platter for the tabele (with Alasdair and Oscar getting their own mini vegan platters), with much in the way of cheese, cured meats, and cream cheese-stuffed peppers. The main, which I had completely forgotten I’d ordered, was a poached salmon (as Tom says, sounds so mucb better than “boiled”) with a perfectly serviceable cream sauce and potatoes. I’m quite impressed by the dessert table, with some properly good brownies. I cannot believe the best (non-my-own) brownies I’ve had this year were from a wedding caterer. And I mean the plural of brownies, I absolutely went back for more. Great stuff.