Langan’s Brasserie has seen it all

If you had walked down Stratton Street on Tuesday night, you would have been forgiven for thinking you’d fallen into a time warp. The chatter from a nebulous queue of smartly suited men and glamorous women who clamoured to get into Langan’s Brasserie was punctuated by the shouts and blinding flashes of light from trench-coated, trilby-hat-adorning paparazzi. It’s the kind…