Kit’s starter, Crab Tian with avocado, tomato dressing and quail egg

Steak Tartare with toasted sourdough bread

Kit’s Moules Marinieres, mussels by the bucketload!

Veal Paillarde that melts in the mouth

Parfait Parfait and adorable Chocolate Dipped Strawberries

Silk Jacket – Courtesy of Alpinestars by Denise Focil, Asymmetric Shirt + Pants – Gmarket, Shoes – Pierre Hardy for GAP, bag – Storets; Necklace – Ek Thongprasert courtesy of Olive Shoppe

Wobbled in, delirious with hunger – rolled out, saturated with endorphins and possibly pregnant. WITH FOOD, what are you thinking. That’s probably the simplest I can get to summarizing the experience at Café Luc, a dapper brasserie cached at the tip of bustling Marlebone High Street. Kit and I were so generously invited for dinner, and since we’re both notorious for neglecting eachother with a BRB hanging on Skype to go fish for pot noodles in the kitchen, there was no saying no. I do blame the severe hunger that had me order Steak tartare for starter and then the Veal Paillard – I think I’d have enquired for chicken drumsticks dipped in chocolate for dessert if not for the waiter’s timely confiscation of the menu; he’d sensed the meat binge. Bonus tip for that, because the Parfait he brought later was parfait. I figure I’d make a good T-Rex if not for my sweet tooth, which places me in the Pokémon category of species. Café Luc is the sort of place you lose track of time in, it was bright out when we met and pitch dark when we took off. Prices compensate for the hearty atmosphere and satisfying food, yet affordable enough for a quality date with a friend or sigoth. (3-course set menu for £15.90 during non-peak hours) A fun secret? Try spotting one of the owners of the restaurant: Laurant – or as I saw, a Hugh Grant clone. (proof captured by Alexxsia on her visit)

Thank you Alix of ME:MO Interactive for organizing the dinner; thank you Kit for outfit shots!