Actually, it's in the heart of Soho - Soho Square, to be precise - and just around the corner from the famous Groucho Club, where I was having tea. The club's name was inspired by a quip of Groucho Marx: "I don't want to join a club that will accept me as a member." Of course not.
Over carrot cake and lemon cake (the carrot was better) I chatted with the always entertaining RICK STROUD who I met when we did the Cheltenham Literary Festival together. He has since become a literary pen-pal and always cheers me up whenever I'm blocked. Check out his book about the MOON. The club is warm and cosy, the chairs blissfully comfortable and there are lots of famous faces to pretend not to notice!
I've never made carrot cake before - and wonder which is the world's best recipe...?