Ah Soho, such a shifting mixum-gatherum of grace and grot, such a protean hybrid of shabby and genteel.
RL Stevenson in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (published in 1886) described a Soho street which contained "...a gin palace, a low French eating house, a shop for the retail of penny numbers and two penny salads, many ragged children huddled in the doorways, and women of many different nationalities passing out, key in hand" – and little has changed.
The beautiful fables of the Greeks, being proper creations of the imagination and not of the fancy, are universal verities.
What a range of meanings and what perpetual pertinence has the story of Prometheus!
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Here, if they're full, they'll take your name, send you off to the Pillars next door, and tell you when your table's ready.
Luckily, when we arrived there was a table free, but seated at either end of a rectangle, with a buzz of chat reverberating across the bare room, it was hard to communicate.
The north end of Greek Street is drenched in history, what with the Gay Hussar, opened by the Hungarian impresario Victor Sassie in 1953 and a favourite haunt of left-wing politicians ever since, at No 2, and The Pillars of Hercules pub, name-checked in A Tale of Two Cities and the place where Ian Hamilton, editor of The New Review, regularly regaled his literary cronies Martin Amis, Julian Barnes and Clive James, at No 7.
The new joint at No 10 is so unprepossessing, you could pass by without noticing it.