A mouthful for Monica
You know you are just another American in London when you a) still recognise Monica Lewinsky and dub it a major 'celeb' spotting b) find her presence unquestionably more titillating than any of the London-famed Primrose Hill set c) develop conspiracy theories around the friend she is with sharing uncanny similarities to Linda Tripp.
None of which I acknowledged until last night when after ordering a pizza in the reliable, local NW1 Italian, J Restaurant, I returned to the table from the downstairs ladies loo. And it was but for a moment's glance when I teetered on the landing's edge, feebly attempting to disguise the latest ladder in my fishnets, that I spotted the rather radiantly Rubenesque Monica Lewinsky enjoying a mouthful of tiramisu.
I identified her face immediately, as would any self respecting Bubba lover, and was instantly struck by her beaming smile and the loud, unapologetic Yank affectation in her voice. Shamefully tempted to lean over and ask how her masters degree in Social Psychology at LSE was panning out (and whether she has found a comparable dry cleaning service in London), I exhibited restraint for once. Because, after all, any woman confident enough to reject the Nicole Ritchie look deserves the right to tuck into dessert in public and be given due respect and peace in anonymity. Well that, and I couldn't trust myself to not ask the real question burning under every Yellow Dog Democrat pacing like a bitch in heat until 2008: "So love, whaddya make of Hillary?"
J Restaurant, 148 Regent's Park Road, London, NW1
Tel: 020 7586 9100