Tiffany, companion in Shoreditch
Fine boned, dark haired, and much tougher than she looks.
- Age
- 24
- Works
- Shoreditch EC2A, E1, E2
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Arrives
- Hotels and private flats, outcall only
- Height
- 169 cm
- Hair
- long chocolate brown
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- petite
- Languages
- English
About Tiffany
Tiffany is finely built, petite in frame at 169 cm, and she uses the height rather than hiding behind it. Her hair is long chocolate brown and her eyes are brown and quick, and she has a way of tilting her head when she is about to disagree with you that gives her away completely. She dresses precisely: a narrow black dress, a good coat, a small bag, flat boots for east London pavements. In her mid twenties, she looks delicate and is not, which guests find out over dinner.
Her English is sharp and funny and she is a natural arguer, always in good humour. She likes a guest who has an opinion, and she will push at it cheerfully until one of you concedes. Her subjects are food, markets and the economics of both, and she is genuinely well read on all three. Underneath it she is attentive and kind, and she is the companion who notices when the evening should stop being clever and start being easy.
Her Shoreditch is the Spitalfields edge. Galvin La Chapelle on Spital Square, a huge vaulted room that was once a school chapel, is her favourite table in the east: high ceilings, serious cooking, and enough space between the tables for a real conversation. Afterwards she walks you through the market buildings and up towards Redchurch Street, which is ten minutes and completely changes the neighbourhood. She lives in Soho and comes east in a quarter of an hour.
The east, hotel by hotel, is set out on the Shoreditch page. Send the night and where you are staying to booking, and Cordelia confirms the hour and the table together.
- Long chocolate brown hair; brown eyes
- 169 cm, petite build
- Mid twenties, speaks English
- Shoreditch evenings, home in Soho
- Vaulted rooms, market walks, an argument in good humour
Booking her
Tiffany takes east London evenings four or five nights a week, and the desk can hold the table with a day of notice. Send Cordelia the date, the hour and your hotel and the confirmation follows in writing.
Her figures are the same figures every companion here works to, printed on the rates page, and the order a booking runs in is on the booking page.
Also out this week
An evening with Tiffany
The room does the first part of the work. It is enormous, vaulted and quiet in the way only an old chapel manages, and she enjoys the moment a guest walks in and stops talking. Dinner is serious and unhurried, and she can spend a quarter of an hour on why one dish works and its neighbour does not.
Then the argument. Pick any subject and she will take the opposite side purely for the sport, and she is very good company while she does. Afterwards the walk through the market buildings, past the closed stalls and the lit shopfronts, towards the bars on Redchurch Street if you want one. She will tell you honestly whether she thinks the evening should go on, which most guests appreciate.
Tiffany, asked directly
01Will she really argue?
Cheerfully, about anything except you. She says a dinner where everybody agrees is a dinner nobody remembers. A quiet stretch at the table is simply an opening, and she takes it.
02Is the east difficult to get to?
Fifteen minutes from the West End hotels. Cordelia can arrange the car, so you never give it a thought.
03What does she order?
Whatever the kitchen is known for, and then she makes you try it. Resistance is not usually successful. Two starters before a main course, and the cheese in place of a pudding.