The Union is a private members dinning club behind a nondescript locked door on Greek Street. The room I dined in had a large picture of a moth above the fireplace, a wall of old mirrors and dozens of portraits including one of a woman with antlers. Couldn't help thinking of Gibson's fictional, but very real, Cabinet.
Food was better than similar clubs I've eaten at: Groucho, Soho House etc. Starter of potted shrimp, main course of sea bass and dessert of chocolate panacotta all very likable (or should that be lickable for the last one?)
Thanks to Catalysis for hosting.
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