THE MINUTE WE walked in the joint, I said to my daughter, "This is what restaurants used to be like, back when I was a wee lad." We were in the House of Prime Rib, the amazing time-capsule restaurant.

When Lucy Worsley first tacked across from television to radio, she was denuded of her favourite storytelling tool. On the wireless, nobody dresses up as a Tudor serving wench or a baton-twirling ...