There is no delight in the world quite like watching your friends realise the service they’re about to receive at a restaurant purely because they know you. My god how important you feel. I take Fauzy and Maddie to Pasta Loco, the OG Bianchi’s Group restaurant, still as good as it ever was. Greeted by name with a hug, with customised menus and a glass of prosecco, it’s hard to deny that this is something special. I don’t know what I’ve done to earn this, but I’m not going to question it. We rampage through the menu - salt cod fritti to start, perfectly offset by a walnut tapenade; fettuccini with mushroom ragu and whipped burrata, with some bonus focaccia to mop up the sauces; a chocolate cake with salted caramel and hazelnut cream to finish us off, so delightfully light and airy. Steph kindly surprises us with a round of limoncello on the house. Fauzy and I may have failed to poach Maddie to come back to work with us, but we solve a lot of problems and dream big on holiday plans that we might take together. An evening of good food, good company, and a subtext of showing off. Isn’t that the dream?