Sunday I donned my gladrags, my custom made fascinator (courtesy of Emma Marfé) and staggered in my new aerosoles heels (sorry, not working, still uncomfortable) down to Blacks, a private club in Soho. This tall 18th century townhouse, painted in dusky Farrow and Ball colours, hosts regular Sunday suppers by renowned cooks such as Rose Prince and Tom Parker Bowles.
Blacks has the old Soho atmosphere of the Coach and Horses or The French pub, around the time that Jeffrey Bernard used to drink there. The light is pearly and dim, like a Dutch interior, each room lit up with a roaring fire, underneath which denizens of the club cackle and drink. On the uppermost floor, a four poster bed is draped with Indian rugs, for the use of member(s).
Entering via the basement staircase to the bar, the casual visitor is confronted with la crème de la crème of the food world and a sprinkling of showbiz. Within seconds I had met the flame cockerel-haired Cleo Rocos, of Kenny Everett fame. In the vampire gloom of Blacks, she sounded amazing, all husky Fenella Fielding actressy tones and looking agelessly beautiful. Is it true she started working for Kenny at the BBC at 15 years old or has she got an even better plastic surgeon than Catherine Deneuve? (Of whom Madonna once said “Whoever she’s using, I want“)
Turns out Cleo Rocos is the UK’s ‘tequila ambassador’. That’s a job I want. Tequila is probably my favourite alcoholic beverage. It’s more of a drug than a drink. Lord knows the amount of times I’ve ended up having the black whirlies from over-enthusiastic guzzling of Happy Hour Margarita jugs. Cleo may come and show off her cocktail skills at The Underground Restaurant.
The Mexican themed lunch cooked by Tom Parker Bowles and one of Blacks’ Mexican sous chefs, Alberto, was authentic enough to attract Thomasina Miers of Wahaca and the Mexican ambassador. We started with tomatillo salsa, guacamole, a salsa asado, some fish ceviche and corn nachos. The main courses, served buffet style, was mostly meat based, stuffed and steamed tamales for instance. I had the black beans with grated cheese which was delicious. The original hibiscus and tequila sorbet had a deep colour and intense flavour.
Blacks is like a gentleman’s club for food lovers, and some of this must be due to the fact that it is owned by Guiseppe Mascoli, one of the creators of Franco Manca pizzeria. I believe it’s about £500 to join then £300 yearly fee.
Blacks Private Club
67 Dean Street, London W1D 4QH020 7287 3381
I am so bloody jealous I could spit. Fantastic on every level. Cleo Rocas. She may be beautiful, but she's also amazingly terrifying! I can imagine her insisting that she didn't like the hair on my arms and using a cut-throat razor to correct the situation! Looks like a collection of beautiful people with beautiful food where you are not out of place! Super pearls.
Amd I have such a soft spot for Matthew Fort, who is such a nice man and an excellent writer, Inter alia, your book is on order!
The Curious Cat
My my lady you seem to be going up in the world…! Cool about meeting Cleo and Thomasina – is she nice? That is another lady I admire…
Ah one day you're going to be so popular we'll have to fight to get into your underground restaurant…I bet your Nick Weston eve is already booked out when I go to look…I really need to act faster!! xxx