The first time I ever had Weinerschnitzl was when Wolf prepared it (and me with a german heritage!). He was "such a gent", and one of those people who one feels will live forever.
A comprehensive obituary was in the Guardian today (a shorter version appeared online), and further obits have appeared elsewhere.
In one of those coincidences that happen in large cities, my son spotted Wolf and his partner, Heather, walking along Upper Street (miles from his home) as we, in a car, were stopped at a traffic light. We exchanged hellos, and as we drove off Tom and I marvelled at the youthfulness of this centenarian - and until recently Wolf went to his local market every week to buy his fruit&veg.
A few months ago Wolf was signing books at the Ben Uri gallery's exhibition, Unseen: London, Paris, New York, 1930s-1960s -
Above him was one of his photos. The gallery was packed with people.
Farewell, Wolf - it was such a pleasure, an honour, to know you.