Sunday brunch at the Polo Lounge was a must, naturally. We sat in a bungalow, listening to the jazz in the court garden, while enjoying some old skool, discrete star spotting (Joan Collins, Rachel Bilson, Kirsten Bell and ummm Brandon Davis, but he doesn’t really count does he??!).
We sipped cocktails, Mimosas to be exact, Al went the McCarthy Salad, which was very ‘Less than Zero’ of him, especially when he almost frothed at the mouth a few hours later and fell ill afterwards due to a bad seafood reaction, Milka did the turkey pie and I did the apple and pear cobbler. And life was sweet.
PS: OMG I DIE - I loved the vintage table cloths with snapdragon print, nothing had changed. It was like walking into a lovely time warp of old Hollywood glamour in the 30’s.
