Thursday 4 December 2003 1.26pm
A lapsed Tate member writes...
Are the kids any worse than the over-amorous couples who used to make a point of defying anyone to enter their personal space? If you couldn't get access to one of those tiny tables to balance your funky giant tray with your overpriced tapas on, eating became a performance artform.
I gave up and started meeting people in the Founders Arms
(The service also fell apart at the Members Room at Millbank - twenty minutes wait for a not very good cappuchino)