I am mesmerised by a placard of Mistinguett (rather at home when eating at a brasserie). She was married to a Brazilian diplomat who was a grandson to the Duke of Caxias. Remarkable for a singer who started off as a flower girl. Jean Cocteau praised her more out of a sense of camaraderie than voice talent, but nevertheless bid farewell to the French grandeur as well and to "an epoch that was ours." #uk#london#palmcourtbrasserie#mistinguett#dukeofcaxias
A few minutes before absolute closing time I shyly tiptoe into Palm Court Brasserie and scan the menu under the tolerant gaze of the waiters. We reach a deal: anything you can eat within a quarter of an hour will be joyfully brought to your table, not one more second. I ask for onion soup, table de fromages, figs and grapes, which I manage to gulp down as the waiter checks his wristwatch. Since I happened to be such a mild-mannered customer, the rosé glass is on the house. I tip accordingly.