When it comes to birthdays, Mrs L has some exacting standards. Anything that might ordinarily impress me (I'm easily pleased with any 5* hotel or a Michelin or two), elicits an impassive eyebrow raise as if something was, simply, as it should be in her book. So, at the end of last year, when it came to sweeping her off for an evening away from our little nest of vipers, there was only one place I had in mind: The Vineyard. It's been seven years since The Arb last crossed its threshold and came face-to-face with that now famous mural, and ever since Jonesy and Jess B pulled the long s...