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New Moon is nothing if not an international advertisement for the hungry virtues of virginity and young people can’t get enough of it
The Twilight Saga: New Moon
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A smart, prickly and rewarding view of sexual and emotional confusion
Cock
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Kitchen W8 is a bargain for this area, if such sophistication is what you crave
Kitchen W8
Too long and drawn out but very entertaining with excellent special effects
This is a peculiar play and does not work for me. Some of it is very funny but there are real flaws
Alex has a strong powerful voice and was faultless, she is far better now than she was on the X-Factor
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Phone: 020 7723 2790
Open: Daily 12-11pm (10.30pm Sunday)
Lord it up: Eat in style at the Duke of Wellington, a gastropub that offers the best in French cuisine
I approached this facelifted boozer with little enthusiasm: Marylebone needs another great gastropub like Newcastle is crying out for coal.
Yet the Duke of Wellington stands a distinguished head and shoulders above the rest. I'd braced myself for an above-a-posh-pub clone, but we were enchanted to find a "proper" restaurant: candlelit, white tablecloths, grown-up diners.
At first glance the menu seems to be British, with such starters as scotch egg. But it's actually tres French. My date's crab bisque (£6) was fresh, well presented and had a subtle shellfish taste.
In the name of research I boldly chose spiced pig's head "cake" with trotters on toast (£7.50); it sounded revolting but in fact was quite mouthwatering, rather like a patty of Peking duck with two tiny fried eggs on top.
Mains were a while coming, but worth the wait. "How delicious is that?" cooed the date, tucking into roast breast of pheasant (£16) with a puy lentil casserole that had the gorgeous richness of a cassoulet without feeling like a heart attack on a plate. That is, if you ignored the unnecessary, fatty pork sausage plonked in.
My tubby medallions of Cornish monkfish (£16.50) came jollied up with curried mussels, spinach and coriander. We barely had room for pud, but who could resist a chocolate pannacotta with blood orange caramel (£6)? Not us: imagine the most sinfully chocolatey Angel Delight in the world. I'd barely swallowed my last spoonful before I was texting a rave review to friends.
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