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More about my evening with T: we went to Walnut in West Hampstead; it's been open for a year or so, and seems mostly closed when you drive by. I've been meaning to go there for months, as I wanted to sample it before it went the way of all other great restaurants on that site (Cafe des Arts, the Billboard, some generic Italian restaurant and the second branch of that purple bar in Crouch End) and disppeared to the land of failed eateries on high. Fab food, and we were delightedly entertained by the couple on the next table who seemed to be on their second date and snogged over desert. T nearly fell off his chair when she stood up and was heard to exclaim: "that's not a skirt, it's a bandage."