The Langham is a Victorian Gothic hotel opposite the BBC in Portland Place. It’s an odd place: haunted house near the wreckage of Newsnight. Perhaps I think this because the last time I came here I interviewed Jeremy Paxman about his ghosts: when he was anxious he banged the wall. The time before, my godmother collapsed at tea in this very room, now Chez Roux. It’s a vast, dimly lit silver space. The lights are long and slender, like giant earrings. Palms wobble. A palm court is a Victorian conceit; the Titanic also had one. I wonder if they were here for Napoleon III, Guy Burgess, or Sherlock Holmes. I wonder how they stay alive in darkness.
Le Gavroche closed in January, and if it has
a successor, it is this
It’s a hard thing to dress, a windowless room. The only restaurants I know that pull it off are Brasserie Zédel under Piccadilly, which copes by pretending to be a mirage, and Le Gavroche, of course.

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