Discovering a whole new reason to love Browns Hotel wasn’t how it started. I’d arranged to meet somebody to discuss plans for future Girl Thursday event collaborations. Forty – yes, forty – minutes later I was still on my own, patiently waiting. In fairness, I had by this time had a phone call saying that the chap in question was around the corner. That was one heck of a corner.
It was at around the fifteen-minute mark that I put down my Blackberry, picked up the drinks menu and surveyed the room. And I realised that I had accidentally discovered that the Donovan Bar is perfect for recharging your batteries, indulging in a little bit of discreet people watching and feeling not at all self-conscious about being on your own. Women, much more so than the chaps, tend to feel slightly uneasy about sitting alone. Neither Browns’ lovely staff nor their clientele could have given two hoots about that.
So I ordered my glass of wine, settled back into the sofa and was a little disappointed when my meeting finally appeared.
