The financial crash of 2008 didn’t kill the boozy lunch outright, but it took the wind out of its sails. Ever more Americanised work styles further deflated the tradition, before Covid stamped on it.
But the boozy lunch is back. It’s certainly surprising. After all, we are in the middle of a cost-of-living squeeze and a hospitality staffing crisis so severe that it has driven many restaurants to bankruptcy.
But try meeting a friend for lunch in Farringdon, Soho or Mayfair and you wouldn’t know it. You must elbow your way in, wait for a harried but upbeat maître’d and thank your lucky stars you have a booking – if you do, that is. If not, there’s always Pret.
As a special treat, I met my father recently at the smart Italian restaurant Luca in Clerkenwell. My father, who lives in America, was shocked at what he saw: a packed dining room (I’d had to book the table six weeks previously, providing a hefty deposit on my credit card, before confirming the booking with the restaurant twice), full of large tables of office workers drinking wine from huge glasses.
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