Michael Carey,
Norwich
As a notorious bon viveur it’s your duty to eat, drink and live large on our behalf, then to tell us about it. So be a good chap and put that 2½ stone of gut back on so we can take you seriously.
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Simon Dickson,
County Mayo
I like to think of Mr Winner in the south of France as he was last week. At least it means he’s not here. Only joking. I find him mildly amusing.
Andrew Kirby,
Herefordshire
Please continue to wear white smocks such as in last Sunday’s photo. The space they create is useful for doodling in when I tackle the crossword, adjacent to your column in the European edition of The Sunday Times.
Mike Ryan,
Paris
Our choice of the Hotel Villa Serbelloni on Lake Como was completely vindicated by the presence of Michael Winner and Geraldine. Sadly we couldn’t have the central window table as he’d bagged it. We had to dine looking at the view across his table. Michael will have liked the generous spacing of tables, but this meant we could neither see what he and Geraldine had ordered nor hear his dictation. I was torn between wanting to be friendly and respecting his privacy, so said only “good evening” in the foyer. I thought he gave rather a curt reply. The restaurant was very elegant, as was Geraldine. But I’m not too sure about Michael’s frayed jeans!
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Norman and Cherry Dewey,
Guernsey
At Lindsay House on a slow Monday evening we cannot only better Michelle Atkinson’s two-hour wait (Winner’s Letters, last week) but throw in a main course of cold duck breast, as if from the fridge. This was removed, as requested, but returned soon after in the same state. We were assured it was meant to be that way. Decent food as befits a Michelin-starred restaurant might have mitigated the patronising service. Our letter to Richard Corrigan remains unanswered.
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Madeleine Shaer,
London
Send letters to Winner’s Dinners, The Sunday Times, 1 Pennington Street, London E98 1ST or e-mail michael.winner@sunday-times.co.uk