It is 11am on a Wednesday and Sweetings, one of the last surviving lunchtime institutions in the City of London, is about to open its doors.
Waiters hurriedly fill up trays of oysters with ice and line its Victorian bar with bottles of Tabasco sauce.
Every wall holds a reminder of Sweetings’ 130-year history: satirical sketches, a framed cricket...
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