Lilibet’s, then. Posh seafood gaff. Mentioned on WhatsApp, made its way into my DMs. “Saw this and thought of you,” said a friend, attaching a picture. This place, which looks like a Fabergé egg wrapped in Liberty wrapping paper? It’s a palace of tack, not Trumpian but Robert Kime on ket, a World of Interiors centrefold if every editorial conference started with coffee and a line. Me? I sniffed with Hyacinth Bucket-ish derision. Although, actually, I expect she would’ve liked it, given how much of the upholstery matches her wardrobe.
