We had dinner last night in the private room at Clarke’s where the prints by Lucian Freud hang.   We were greeted at the door by someone who seemed vaguely familiar.   It was Alice Waters over from Berkeley for a few days with a pastry chef from Switzerland to celebrate the thirtieth anniversary of Clarke’s.   It was quite an event with all the chefs, including Sally, lined up on the street for a team photograph.   Romilly was able to tell her that we had once driven from Chicago for dinner at Chez Panisse.