The tent is every bit as fabulous as you might imagine, beautiful drapes, stunning lights, soft furnishings to die for...and oh, the food! Utterly scrumptious. After three plates of savouries and desserts (and I NEVER eat desserts) I was bit to burst. And reminded why I so rarely brunch. I was almost rolled out of the taxi when I reached Downtown.
Still, you can't beat a catch up with great friends over food - a sentiment which resonates throughout Ramadan and was certainly in evidence at Asateer last night. Ramadan, I shall miss you. My waistline shall not.