I instinctively knew what lunch with Sir Anthony O'Reilly would be like. A long, boozy affair in a steak house, full of tales and gags from his 50 years in sport and business, washed down with a bottle of red wine and possibly a pint of Guinness.
So much for instinct. I got the tales and the gags, all right. But in place of the red wine it was diet Coke. And instead of the steak house, O'Reilly chose Le Bernardin, a three Michelin star restaurant in midtown Manhattan that serves exquisite seafood, in exquisitely small portions.
