You order a peppermint tea and a soda bread (one of the 50-things-to-try-before-you-die), you pick a Sunday paper from the little table in the entrance and you don't read it. Because you lounge and just look around you. You enjoy the ambiance, you browse the 70s kitchen utensils in the glass display, you gaze at the neat-and-tidy young families around you and you take a note to visit the Kitchen Table, upstairs, soon. And here they are: the class of 2003 arrive. And you start the where-are-you-what-you-do conversation feeling this warmth in your heart. The warmth that you get when you're around people you've known for ever, when you taste good food and you enjoy a sunny Sunday in one of London's most beautiful pubs, the Mall Tavern.
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