My dining companion knew I liked seafood, so we had a cracking lunch sitting at the oyster bar. These days I prefer to sit in the restaurant itself; I'm normally tucked away to the far left. I wouldn't say I've got my own table, but they certainly try to accommodate me when they can.
That's one of the great things about this restaurant: the service is fantastic. It's also very discreet - tucked away down an alley in theatre-land. It's not a see-and-be-seen restaurant like Nobu or Zuma. But the seafood at J Sheekey is outstanding. If I'm feeling pleased with myself, or I've got something to celebrate, I'll have its fruits de mer accompanied by a glass of bubbly, before moving on to a sauvignon blanc. If it's just a regular lunch, I'll have Dover sole, seared tuna or maybe some fines de claire oysters.
I remember going to J Sheekey with my father and a cousin in the summer of 2006. It was just after the England team had been knocked out of the World Cup and my company had just signed John Terry as a brand ambassador. At that time, it was a bit of a nail-biter as to who the next England skipper would be: it was between Terry and Steven Gerrard. That day, I bumped into Jon Holmes, then Gerrard's agent, in the restaurant. He shook my hand and said: 'The best man got the job.' And my heart sank. It was only when I received a flurry of messages on my BlackBerry I realised he was referring to Terry. That day we managed a whole bottle of champagne.