A private members’ club attributed to a saint? Not as odd as it sounds, as Richard Clayman discovers the charity behind this London institution…
Author Richard Clayman
“I was to meet with chief mate, The Foodie Ed. and take on board a cargo of the finest seafood available this side of the Mariana Trench.”
It’s late on Wednesday when the phone goes. It’s Foodie Ed. The conversation goes something like this: “Is that you Richie? Course it is. Listen, I’ve got a job for you. See I need someone solid, reliable, not afraid to put a bit of fork about, know what I mean?