By Paul WaughIn February this year, I made the short journey from the kitchen of a friend to the dining room of the man who runs it.
My friend and I were dining at the restaurant called The King and I.
The King and his wife, Maria, had just been given the grand crown of the city’s highest honour, the King and Queen of the City of London.
They were also the only members of their extended family to hold the title.
It’s a title reserved for the most prominent of the family, the king, who lives in London’s Hyde Park.
For the next 20 years, Maria and I would have dinner together at the same table, the only time we’d be in London for more than three days at a time.
It was a happy arrangement, but one that was plagued by some rather odd behaviour.
The first evening of my visit to The King & Queen of London, I was chatting to Maria, as we often do when I visit the restaurant.
It seemed to me as if she was trying to get me to come home.
But when I said I wasn’t interested in a home-cooked meal, she smiled, waved her hand dismissively and said: “We’re having dinner tonight.”
That was the beginning of the strangeness.
Maria &, Queen of The King of London dinner scene.
Photograph: AlamyThe next day, as I left the restaurant, Maria came back with this: “I thought I had gone home.”
I knew I was being taken for a ride.
I’d been asked to make the long journey to the King &s house, and this was one of the first times I’d had to walk into a house where I was not welcome.
After the King, Queen and I had dinner at The King, Prince &&&ad, my next stop was The King’s private room, which was, to say the least, a mess.
There were so many things to get lost in that I had no idea what was happening.
But when I finally emerged, I found myself on the second floor of The Queen’s bedroom, where Maria was sitting with the King.
They looked at each other for a long time, as if the world was closing in on them.
I felt an intense sense of sadness and sadness mixed with a strange and unbridled excitement.
Maria had no intention of leaving.
“I think I’m gonna stay for a bit longer,” she said.
“The next time you come here, you’ll see what I mean.”
She was right.
I was about to make my first visit to Hell’s kitchen.
A short time later, as the restaurant was packed to the rafters with diners, the next morning, I met my hostess, who was the only member of her extended family who was not a member of The Royal Family.
I arrived with Maria in a black leather chair, accompanied by my guide, the chef and my guide’s partner, who took me to the very top of the kitchen.
The restaurant’s most famous feature is its huge, marble, stained glass ceiling.
At the top of each wall, a series of glass-like panels are adorned with figures of the King of England and the Queen of England, along with a huge statue of Queen Elizabeth II, which stands in the centre of the room.
The ceiling was covered with images of the Royal Family: the King is flanked by his daughters; the Queen is flanked in the front by her daughter and son; and the King’s sister, Anne Boleyn, is also flanked by her daughters.
Atop the ceiling are large glass-encased lamps, which illuminate the ceiling in the King& King style.
The kitchen’s main attraction is the enormous, marble and stained glass wall behind which Maria and the cook and my friend are seated.
There’s no way to get around this wall without standing in front of it, and the whole room looks very impressive from every angle.
The walls of the main dining room are also adorned with stained glass panels, and you have to look all the way up to see them.
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The only problem was, Maria & had been eating in the other room for years.
At first, we assumed this was due to a lack of space and the fact that she was only in her 20s, and we didn’t really have any other visitors to share the same meal.
But it soon became clear that Maria &ing had been in the same room for a couple of years, and there was a significant gap in the ceiling between the two dining rooms.
So, in order to fill this gap, the kitchen’s manager decided to have the Queen && and the Prince &&ap come and sit in a separate