I never actually dined at the original Simpson’s – and yet I sort of feel like I did. When my husband and I got engaged back in 2008, my father took him to the Strand institution for roast beef and A Chat. It was that kind of place. And Jeremy King’s much-vaunted Simpson’s #2 reeks of British nostalgia – prawn cocktail, spotted dick, giant Yorkshire puddings dispensed by servers in toques. Even th...