5 Malcolm Hutton - 2 years ago
February 1961
It was a long and pleasant meal, each dish ebullient in the radiance of a good Johannisbergerhof Riesling. The crusting on the cake was the music of a table-wandering violinist. Immaculately dressed in dinner suit and black tie, he wafted into the cellar both melancholy and happy gipsy airs. I was not to know it then, but that superb meal in the Bruckenkellar, was but the first of a five course all night marathon.