He flirted with us all at his diabolical restaurant in Borough and requested Jodie partake in phone sex. Deary me I've missed Greg Wallace.
So on Saturday we went GW hunting at his restaurant in Putney.
Food wise, it was a vast improvement on the Borough branch, not a strawberry jus/crumble sprinkle in sight, and instead lovely fresh salads, home made quiches, delish chicken kebabs...much better.
Sadly, there was no sign of the man himself, however the obligatory win a date with Wallace cards were still on the tables. The lengths that man will go to for a date is beyond me. And no I didn't fill the cards out with Jodie's name (again).