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Cafe Murano
Maggi and I left for town just after four, eager for our evening of dinner and a show. We arrived at Charing Cross and made our way through the bustle, walking along the Strand and turning onto Tavistock Street until we reached our first stop: Cafe Murano.
We had booked online, and the maître d’ showed us to a small, round two-top. It felt cramped—hardly room for two plates, a wine bottle, and bread. I asked if there might be somewhere a little more spacious where we could properly enjoy our meal. The tall manager glanced over his iPad, offered a polite nod, and soon guided us to a comfortable booth with much more room.
To start, we shared a focaccia with beef carpaccio, pickled artichokes, rocket, and parmesan. The artichokes were scant, but the ruby-red beef was fresh and succulent—a truly enjoyable beginning. For our main, we both chose the rigatoni with spicy fennel sausage ragu and radicchio. While its appearance was humble, the dish was packed with flavour: a gentle heat and a medley of herbs lifted it from the ordinary to something resembling very good home cooking. We finished with a tiramisu that, sadly, felt like an afterthought—perfectly acceptable but lacking any particular love or care.
We accompanied the meal with a carafe of red Italian wine from the Barlow region. It was pleasant enough, though I couldn’t help feeling it was a little overpriced for what it was.
Just For One Day
When we stepped out of the restaurant, we were met with a downpour. We hurried through the rainy streets, reaching The Shaftesbury Theatre in about ten minutes for the performance of ‘For Just One Day.’ Arriving early, we opted to skip the bar queue and went straight down to our stall seats to dry off.
The musical traces Bob Geldof’s journey to the creation of Live Aid, from the recording of ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas?’ to the monumental concert itself. The lead actor portrayed Geldof with convincing intensity, backed by a tremendously talented cast of singers and a live band.
I found the show deeply entertaining and would heartily recommend it to anyone of our generation who loves music. My only critique was the excessive use of reverb on the vocals, which occasionally muddied the lyrics. While I struggled to place some of the lesser-known songs the cast interpreted, the major hits—by Queen, Status Quo, Bowie—sent a thrilling wave of recognition through the audience.
During the first half, I felt a swell of nostalgia for the mid-80s, when Maggi and I were in our thirties. A few times, tears threatened to surface, though they never quite fell. The second half didn’t move me quite as profoundly, but overall, it was a wonderfully evocative and enjoyable night.
