Jinjuu describes itself as a¬†‘premier modern Korean food restaurant’ with an upstairs bar where DJ’s ‘hit the decks…spinning a mix of smooth house,’ and downstairs offers ‘unmatched theatre’. Hate it already? Any restaurant that has a self-publicised¬†‘concept’ is already fighting a losing battle. But then the promise¬†of Korean junk food with a hit of Mexican surely can’t be bad. Spicy, sloppy finger food is a combination that is hard to resist.¬†But here lies the problem. Fusion food- it never really works. Unless you’re a drunk student foraging¬†through your cupboards¬†at 4am trying to concoct¬†a meal, fusing different cuisines rarely tastes as good as it sounds.

On the face of it, the menu here is appealing. It’s a more padded out version of Flesh & Buns, with a few Mexican inspired treats thrown into the mix. But this menu doesn’t really fit the vibe of the restaurant. It just isn’t as fun as Flesh & Buns. For one, the toilets aren’t plastered in anime porn. And it doesn’t have that¬†raucous boozy buzz that makes you want to wash down greasy finger food with pints of Asahi. Jinjuu instead seems to be angling for¬†a less wealthy Hakkasan crowd, who’d rather¬†sip¬†dainty cocktails. They even have a clipboard-holding doorman, just to complete the look.

Away from the overcrowded bar, the basement is a bit dull and the open kitchen is little more than an open hatch. The menu follows in the footsteps of the concept described on the website, and has to be the most annoying in London.¬†Anecdotes comment on the dishes trying their best to coax you in- ‘bespoke’ prawn crackers are supposedly¬†‘awesome with a beer’, but worst of all is Carnitas Fries which promise¬†that ‘everytime you stick your fork in…something good comes out’. It’s like having an annoying waiter trying to upsell everything. Which is fine if the food is brilliant, but for soggy, greasy fries which managed to taste neither Korean or Mexican, it’s a little¬†off the mark.

The Pork belly tacos needed more apple and could have done with a big squeeze of lime and hit of spice. Korean fried chicken came with the choice of thighs or wings- and had a great crispy batter, but again were let down by the limp spicing from the two sauces, and I wanted more than a couples of bites for £8.5 as well. Sae Woo Pops (prawn cakes) were the pick of the dishes thanks to the creamy gochujang mayo that had a good salty sour flavour. If only all of the dishes could have come with this sauce.

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The beef sliders could have done with more Korean spicing, and I didn’t really get how these had any influence from Korea or Mexico, bar the kimchee topping. After eating them, I realised that kimchee manages to spoil every dish. I used to pretend I liked it, mainly because I didn’t know what it was.¬†But now I realise that it really just tastes and looks like regurgitated stomach lining, which has no place on any dish¬†of mine. From the bigger plates the USDA Prime Ribeye (¬£25) was tender and tasty enough, but there wasn’t any point in the bushel of flaccid lettuce leaves served as a side. A dessert of doughnuts stuffed with a Snickers like concoction was far better than any of the other dishes, mainly because it wasn’t trying to be Korean or¬†Mexican, and instead just focused on being tasty.

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Jinjuu is trying very hard to be on-trend, but for a menu and concept that promised so much, it lacked any spunk. At it’s best Korean and Mexican food blows your balls of. This didn’t even give them an itch. Instead it was nothing other than a fusion of annoying anecdotes and overpriced junk food.¬†You’re better of adding kimchee to a burrito next time you cook at home. It’ll save you the eighty quid.

5/10 (£££)

15 Kingly St, London W1B 5PS

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Hotel Chantelle

I know, we’ll open a place that is hard to find, so that¬†people Come¬†To US¬†because that’s so IN, and very New York. A back alley or somewhere would be perfect. Then we’ll find an Executive Chef, someone we assume everyone has heard of, like Seth Levine because he was the Gareth Gates of¬†some reality cooking show, and we’ll tell him to design a menu made of concepts, not dishes, with crazy names and ingredients that should never go together. Then we’ll find the best looking staff, who clearly don’t eat, and train them on how to stand around bored on their iPhones, all while remembering to bob their fashionable haircuts to the DJ. We’ll price it so high that only London’s finest will come here, and spend huge amounts. That’s it, we’re onto a real winner here.

I once had a night in Rose Club (thankfully now dead and buried), where Hotel Chantelle is now housed above, and it was the worst night out I’ve had. Dragged there from a friend who was down for the weekend and wanted to experience the glam of a ‘proper London club’ that’s where we ended up, paying ¬£20 for house vodkas, cramped into some little dull basement watching rich Arabs and Russians ply blondes with Grey Goose, and getting their photos taken with the sparklers. It was horrific. A VIP lounge full of non-VIP idiots hoping to get a glimpse of one. Hotel Chantelle has managed to attract the same crowd. So if Rose club is for you, no doubt you will love this place.¬†Grace Dent must have been drunk or on their payroll to compliment¬†anything at this restaurant.

The only way a restaurant like this can work is if it has an incredible buzz. I hate STK and Aqua, but they have a good vibe, even if it is a coked up Essex vibe. Here though, the restaurant is so poorly located, and so badly designed once you do get in, that there was no buzz at all. The bar area is nothing more than a few bar stools, and there were empty tables throughout, despite it being 8pm on a weekend. This all makes the DJ even more pointless, as he’s blasting tacky House tunes to a half full restaurant. The interior designer has clearly been told to take their inspiration from brothels, and with the dim red lighting and row of blondes lining the bar waiting to be picked up, at least they’ve got something right.

The menu is an Instagrammers wet dream. The dessert menu even had the Instagram logo on. Any restaurant with that deserves it’s own special place in hell. It’s all concepts. Dishes that sound like they’ve been created by a hallucinating crack whore. Dishes you will cringe and hate yourself for ordering. Try ‘When Pigs Fly’ and ‘The Mad Lobster’. And then there’s the prices. Before I really start to whinge, let me tell you, that I am happy to pay over ¬£100 a head if the restaurant deserves it. Now that can be a taster menu at a Michelin starred¬†restaurant, or paying for the overall experience like at Scott’s or Zuma. Here starters begin¬†at ¬£11 and quickly get towards ¬£20. Main’s range from the mid 20s to ¬£100 for a steak for 2. No side dishes are included. Wine starts at ¬£10 a glass and cocktails are ¬£12.

The only reason I can think of why it is so expensive is to pay for¬†the number of staff. I counted 18 on the floor, that’s not including the chefs, and there couldn’t have been more than 60 people in the restaurant. They all congregated by the DJ booth, half of them¬†on their iPhones (the only excuse I can find for this is that it it has something to do with the ordering system?).¬†There’s also a photographer who takes photos of everything except the empty tables. The waiters did try their best to justify the 15% service charge, but they were¬†just no good at it. Everything you order is stamped with their seal of approval. I’d have liked to order a glass of piss, just to see if he told me again ‘Great choice Sir’.

So let’s get to the disaster of a meal. A car crash would have tasted better.¬†First up, three¬†stale pieces of bread with unsalted butter. I’ve had better, more¬†imaginative bread in an aeroplane meal. For starters, my¬†‘When Pigs Fly’ was four flavourless strips of Iberico ham (think Tesco wafer thin ham without the flavour) hanging from pegs on a clothes line, with¬†four dry crostins¬†with a tiny slither of pickled melon on. Flavourless crap. Oh, and it was ¬£17.¬†A Tuna Tartare Cigar (¬£11) tasted worse than a real cigar would. The taco shell was like biting plastic, and the tuna had no seasoning, not even a squeeze of lime. The wasabi managed to not be fiery at all and yet still completely overpowered any other flavour in the dish.¬†Chicken Waffles weren’t waffles. They were a poor-man’s Chicken McNugget with a stick wedged through it, wrapped in maple syrup candy floss. Why? Well, I don’t think even the chefs have an answer to that one. ¬£14 for three chicken nuggets. Just imagine how many you’d get at the Golden Arches for that.


Mains managed to get worse. At ¬£32 the rack of lamb was cooked well,¬†but came with an incredibly sweet sauce that was laced with far too much cinnamon and rocks of sugar, making it really unpleasant to eat. It of course had truffle, this time in the form of honey, which was unidentifiable in the wash of cinnamon. Practically every dish here has some form of shaved truffle. I’m sure even the waiters wear eau du truffle, just to give the impression of luxury.¬†A Drunken Chicken Parmesan (¬£25) was the worse dish of the night. The only thing drunk was the chef who served this. I wish I had the balls to send food back, because this would have disappointed if I’d bought it from the Sainsbury’s Basics range. One large flattened breaded chicken, a drizzle of dull pesto and a covering of rubbery cheese. All this made the breadcrumbs soggy. Most of it was left uneaten. And of course, even at that price, the fries (sorry, Pommes Frites- the pretentious tossers) come at ¬£6 extra.


My Iberico Pork was the best dish of the night, but not without a series of faults. Firstly it was overcooked. Pork like this should come pink, not a dull grey colour. And whilst there was a good amount of meat, it was again ruined by an incredibly sweet sauce, and also by the inedible chunks of  apple and bacon glass brittle glued to the plate. It was like a solidified super glue- hardly what you want with a £29 main course. We braved dessert, just because at £8 it was by far the cheapest dish of the night. Donuts with a trio of sugary dips- raspberry, dark chocolate and the stuff they put in Dime bars. Well it was alright. Well done, you got something half right.

At over ¬£80 per head with just 1 drink each, this has to be the most overpriced, waste-of-money restaurant in London. I hate STK and Aqua, and Nobu isn’t much better. But at least their food is decent. This place is just all surface, and not a very attractive one at that. It feels like the reject list, where those not good looking enough for the real showy restaurants are sent to. Whoever owns this is laughing at all of us morons who are buying into it. But then again, there are so many morons who get off on this crap. As I was hurrying for the exit, two polished pretty boys who had come for the bar,¬†commented on how good the food menu looked. Well, if that’s you, go and enjoy yourself down your little dingy back alley. The rest of London is better off without you.¬†None of this is an exaggeration. Don’t go. It is without a doubt the worst meal I have ever paid for.

1/10 (££££)

Dingy back alley near Selfridges,W1H 6HL
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Similar Restaurants: STK, Nobu Berkeley Street



A couple of weeks ago a 2 hour queue up the stairs and out¬†the door put me off venturing into this new Soho pit. If it wasn’t for social media you’d never know this restaurant existed. There’s a non-descript door, nothing else to tell you this is a restaurant. But social media does exist, and so if you don’t want to queue you have to turn up at an unsociable hour to guarantee a table.

Everything in the restaurant is bang on trend- paired back brick walls, uncomfortable wooden school chairs, a minimalist food menu, a choice of¬†‘craft’ beers that you’ve never heard of unless you’re a¬†bearded tosser who grows your¬†own hops…you know the type of place. Blacklock offers chops. Nothing else. At least you don’t have to waste time reading the menu. Chops it was then. The All In option at ¬£20 a head gives you beef, pork and lamb, along with a ‘starter’ if it can really be called that. 6 uninspiring little crackers come on a plate- egg and anchovy, cheese and pickle and¬†‘filthy’ ham.¬†They are what I would imagine an amuse-bouche from Iceland would taste and look like. They might as well do away with them.

Next up is¬†the plate of chops with a couple strips of bread underneath soaking up all those meaty juices, which turned out to be the best bit. What more can be said other than they were simply done, tasty¬†chops. Plenty of fat, plenty of flavour. A bit too heavy on the salt, but then at ¬£5 a cocktail who cares if it forces you to drink more. The¬†sides of kale with parmesan and burnt baby gems were tiny, were¬†not half as good as they sounded. Too small and a bit bland. We threw a 10 hour ash roasted sweet potato- which is basically burnt sweet potato with its flavour cooked out of it- what’s wrong with thirty minutes in the fucking oven? The small pot of chilli hollandaise was bloody tasty but¬†only enough to lather one chop.

For dessert it was white chocolate cheesecake with rhubarb. No complaints here. Just like in Chicken Shop with the world’s best apple pie, they slap it in your bowls from a huge dish. Means you get a nice big helping. This was probably the high point of the meal.

Overall it felt like¬†a bit of a let down. All the hype and queues had made me expect great things. I’d hoped for a big hearty meaty meal. Instead it was some Riveta crackers and some decent chops. Maybe the hype has already died down a bit, as although it was full, there was no queue when we left at 7.30. It¬†just feels like it is trying far too hard to be individual. They can keep the chops, but a little more attention elsewhere on the menu wouldn’t go amiss. The bill came to ¬£75 for the two of us, with a couple of cocktails and a couple of too hoppy¬†pale ales- not exactly expensive for the area, but it didn’t make me want to rush back.



24 Great Windmill Street, London W1D 7LG


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There’s¬†plenty of good Spanish food in London, but¬†you must be prepared to empty your wallet to get your fill. Those addictive little toothpicks and endless tapas dishes soon add up to a hefty bill. But when it is done well,¬†there are few more enjoyable¬†meals to be had. It’s also the home of small plates, something London is obsessed with at the minute. Just about every new restaurant is jumping on this small plates band wagon, which is fine if the dishes naturally merit being shared, but as was the case with Social Eating House recently, pearl barley or a fillet of turbot were not really ideal for passing across a table. The Spanish have perfected¬†this style. The food is easy to share, and it all combines to make a meal feel like an event. It is something that brings people together to chat and take their time with plenty of wine over a long evening. We might not yet be able to relax in a London restaurant, but at least we have managed to capture the vibe of these little tapas bars. The pick of the bunch are Jose, Morito and Barrafina, which usually mean queuing up to get your arse on one of the few cramped seats. If this isn’t for you, then there is also¬†more serious Spanish dining to be had. For those who like to turn up for dinner at the right time without the anxiety of getting a seat.¬†The Salt Yard group and Fino fall in this category. The food is just as good, and you’ll not have somebody hovering over your shoulder waitng for your seat. But the downside, it that they just aren’t as fun.

Tonight it was Fino, the older sister of Barrafina, now in its tenth year of service. It’s a much maturer restaurant, with an older more suited clientele. Tucked in a classily decorated basment just off Charlotte Street, this is all about starched napkins and a thick wine list, rather than stuffing food into your mouth with your fingers and sloshing down bottles of beer. The food is what does the talking though, and the dishes, just like the service, have been perfected over time, making it a consistently solid experience. There’s none of the experimentation you might find at other Spanish restuarants across London,¬†just tried classics that are simply presented and taste great.

Everything is done well here, right down to the pan con tomate (£2.80 per slice) which comes on a thickly sliced lightly toasted slice of bread with chunks of fleshy Spanish tomato and plenty of salt.


The manchego cheese with membrillo (¬£6.80) was a bit underwhelming, mainly because of size of it. There was no real bite to the slices of cheese, and so the flavour didn’t come through as much. I had a similar dish at Morito, but there they grilled the manchego and gave a much bigger chunk.


The tortilla is unrivalled in London. It’s better than most of the tortillas I’ve had in Spain. With strong chorizo and aioli (¬£8.60) combining with¬†the creamy egg that bursts out the perfectly crisp outer shell of the tortilla this is as good as it gets.


The stuffed courgette flowers were the star of the show tonight. They outshone the same I had at Smokehouse earlier in the month. The balance here between the sweetness of the honey and the strong hit of goat cheese was perfect. The batter was so light that a gentle press of the spoon caused the cheese to ooze out. Simple and perfect.


The calamar en tinta (£8.90) was a stuffed baby squid, cooked in the ink. Again a solid dish that leaves you with a jet black smile.


The grilled quail (£8.50) had been butterflied and had a crisp salty skin, but it needed a kick from a sauce to give it a punch. Maybe some romesco, or even just a hit of garlic or lemon to bring it to life.


The grilled pork (around £13) was served pink and had a lovely deep meaty sauce with plenty of paprika, garlic and chorizo that combined perfectly with the sweet garden peas.


To finish I had the torrijas (£6.5) which is a slice of bread that has been soaked in milk with honey and spices, which has then been fried and came with a scoop of rich vanilla ice cream. It as really sweet, but it was hard not to love these ingredients working together.


It was a really enjoyable meal, but there’s not much value for money to be had at Fino. ¬£5.40 for a bottle of Estrella is pushing the boundaries of what I’m willing to pay. As is ¬£7.80 for one courgette flower no matter how good it tastes. With a bottle of Calcari (¬£33) the bill shot up to the ¬£70 per head mark, which makes this more of a special occasion or expense account sort of place, rather than a casual bite after work. Even though the cooking was just as strong, Barrafina remains my pick, even if it is a struggle to get a table. It’s just a lot more fun than this, and that’s what tapas should be.

Food: 8/10

Service: 8/10

Atmosphere: 6/10

Value: 6/10

Overall: 7/10

33 Charlotte St, Fitzrovia, W1T 1RR
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Pizza East

The Soho House group have nailed Kentish Town. Dirty Burger, Chicken Shop and Pizza East all take up a corner¬†site on Highgate Road, and no matter what time or night of the week you go, they’re always busy.¬†This Pizza East is much less hipster and up-itself than the Shoreditch branch. It’s for a crowd who hung up their Shoreditch clobber years back and have settled for the north west suburbs. The decor reflects the crowd, being less industrial and less ‘Shoreditch’, and instead it is much warmer.¬†Inside it¬†is all deep woods, wrought iron and¬†warm lighting.¬†This was a bit unexpected given that I’d only been to the deliberately cold bike-shed that houses Dirty Burger out back.

There’s a deli counter and a good selection of antipasti to get things starting. Needing some quick fill we went for garlic bread (¬£4) which was as standard as they come. It needed much more of a hit from the garlic.


The lamb meatballs and tomato sauce (£5) were tasty enough, helped along by the cheesy topping, but the sauce lacked any depth. It was all a bit Pizza Express.


The calamari with¬†aioli (¬£6) again was fine, but nothing you’d hurry back for. It didn’t have a particularly good batter and the aioli needed more of a kick. For this price you’re hoping for better.


Sticking to the pizzas we had the speck, asparagus, mozzarella and parmesan (£11) which was a great pizza. They had been really generous with all of the toppings and the shaved asparagus hidden beneath all that meat was really tasty. The dough had nicely crisped up, but was still some way off the heights of Pizza Pilgrims.


The Veal meatballs, proscuitto, cream and sage pizza (¬£13) was again a decent¬†pizza, but just a bit¬†too salty. There wasn’t enough of the cream to balance things.


The star of the show was the pudding- a peanut butter cake (¬£6). The waiter couldn’t have been more determined to get us to give it a try, but hats of to him, it really was good.


The Affogato (£3) is quickly turning into my favourite pudding. The coffee was strong and unlike the drizzle I was given at Caravan, there was plenty of it here.


The service was friendly enough to¬†forgive their inability to bring us any mayonnaise after asking 3 different waiters, but hated it when¬†they brought¬†the bill without asking and ‘politely’ reminded¬†me¬†to hurry up so the next table could¬†sit down to keep to¬†their 90 minute turnover time. Although the starters were so-so, the¬†pizzas were worth coming back for, and overall¬†it’s¬†a great place to come with friends if you can’t be bothered to head central. It has a real buzz that you tend not to get outside of Soho or Shoreditch, and for this reason alone it’s worth coming for.¬†But it isn’t cheap. When you think of going for a pizza you’d expect to be all in for around ¬£20. This can¬†easily set you back double that.

Food: 6/10

Service: 6.5/10

Atmosphere: 8/10

Value: 6/10

Overall: 6.5/10

79 Highgate Rd, London NW5 1TL

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Fitzrovia is that place you pass through in a taxi. Unless you work for one of the trendy companies in the area, there really is no other reason to go.¬†So it’s hardly the first destination you think of for dinner.¬†Of course there’s a handful of great places to eat in the area, like¬†Roka¬†and¬†Lima,¬†but they’re all¬†grouped together over by Charlotte Street. Picture stands alone on Great Portland St, and at 7.15¬†on a Friday night, we arrived to a fairly quiet restaurant, and I was worried that it wasn’t going to be an evening sort of place. For the first 45 minutes we were one of only a handful of tables in there, but thankfully by 8 the place had filled up and had a lively buzz.

First up credit needs to go to the team behind this place. Three young guys who started out at the Arbutus Group have obviously really learnt their trade. Everything about the restaurant has the feel of a place owned by people who know the industry well. From the reasonably priced menu, to the exceptionally warm staff, this really is a crowd pleaser of a restaurant.¬†From the moment we entered we were warmly greeted by the front of house, who is one of the three owners, and he set the tone for a relaxed and enjoyable meal. The way the staff casually chat to the customers really fits the informal vibe of the place and it has has a similar feel¬†to 10 Greek Street. It was¬†a shame not to find it absolutely packed, because no doubt with a better Soho location this would be a place you’d happily queue for.


The menu is focused on seasonal ingredients with modern European touches. We were told the best way to do things is to choose one from each of the vegetable, fish and meat sections. And with 4 to choose from on each there was just the right amount to get excited by. It’s quite an interesting concept which invites you to share. All of the dishes are at the ¬£7-¬£9 mark, and so it’s like having three starters. There’s also a 6 course tasting menu for ¬£35, which we were told we could mix and match to make it more to our liking.

We decided to stick with the main menu, and started with a couple of the Lamb bites (¬£1 each) which are about the best little bites of food I’ve had in London.¬†They are right up there with the arancini at¬†Cafe Murano.¬†With a good dollop of ailoi these are little bites you’d happily snack on all night. A mini warm baguette to mop things up made this a strong start.



From the vegetable section I had the Ravioli of Italian greens, ricotta and chilli (£7). This was a beautifully fresh and light dish with a lovely tang to it. The chilli was lost on me though.


My partner had the Risotto of chestnut mushrooms, Pecornio and soft herbs (£7) and again it was a lovely starter with shavings of fresh mushroom. The scent alone was intoxicating. It could have done with a couple of extra dollops of the risotto though.


From the fish course I had the¬†Lightly cured Scottish salmon,¬†cucumber, sea lettuce, creme fraiche (¬£9). It was beautifully presented, almost like the sea floor, and there was a range of textures that made it exciting to eat. But it was just a tiny bit bland. The slamon didn’t have a strong enough flavour to stand up to the rest of the ingredients and the creme fraiche didn’t bring the dish together in the way I was expecting. It could do with taking a leaf from Jason Atherton’s book and adding an extra hit of flavour, maybe some citrus or horseradish, just to bring the dish together and make it more interesting than just a range of textures.


The squid with peppers and a romesco sauce (¬£9) was appearing on the menu for the first time. The squid had been slow cooked which kept it tender but there wasn’t a great deal of it. This just felt like a dish that hasn’t quite find it’s final execution yet. It still needs something to bring it to that next level.


Now to the meat. I had the¬†Crisp pork cheek, celery, apple and hazelnuts (¬£8) on the reccomendation of the waiter and it really was good. At this price it represents great value, as I remember having a very similar dish at the Gordon Ramsay restaurant in Claridge’s last year for almost three times this pirce. The pork was perfectly tender with a crisp outer crust, and the crunch from the different textures of apple and hazelnuts only enhanced this. It really was a lovely small plate of food.


My partner had the 28 day aged beef, roast onion, curly kale, salsify (£9). Again a dish with each component cooked to perfecting, and everything just worked. I just would have happily paid a bit more to have some more of the beef.


To finish a Vanilla panna cotta with Champagne rhubarb, gingerbread (£4) cleansed the palate.


The Spiced fruit and almond pie, frozen yoghurt (£5) had the flavour of a Christmas pudding, but the sharpness of the yoghurt freshened it up and made it a comfortable but still fairly light pudding.


The bill came to £125, which sounds a lot, but we did basically have 2 bottles of wine (Chenin blanc at £22 a bottle) and a 4 course meal. It could easily have been around the £40 a head mark, and for that price it is great value for money. And although the fish courses were a bit of a miss, it was still a very enjoyable experience, that was really helped by the excellent staff.

Picture has a great deal going for it, and¬†more people really should hear about it and give it a try because the kitchen is serving up interesting dishes at reasonable prices. They seem to be confidently getting on with their business, and I feel that after a couple more years of refining what they already have here, that they could easily up the stakes with a better location and have a huge hit on there hands. I know I’d certainly be queuing up.

Food: 7.5/10

Service: 9/10

Atmosphere: 7/10

Value: 7.5/10

Overall: 7/10

110 Great Portland St, London W1W 6PQ

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I’m sure the PR team at Scott’s ¬†were telling themselves that any press is good press when their name was all over the tabloids after the whole Charles Saatchi and Nigella Lawson event. Now that the heat is off, normal order has been resumed, and if anything the regulars here a little bit more to gossip about as they line up on the Mayfair pavement and slurp back oysters and champagne.


Scott’s really is the gem of Mayfair. It’s a place where celebrities go because they claim they love the food and don’t get bothered there, but really just want to snapped by the paparazzi that eagerly await outside.¬†For the rest of us it is either saved for a special occasion or a place you go so that you can say you’ve seen Ronnie Wood or Bono, or maybe even Bill Clinton.¬†Inside the grand seafood counter is like something you would only find in Harrods, and the art-deco interior oozes wealth and class. This is for a much higher calibre¬†of scenesters than those who slap on their highest heels and shortest skirts and flock to Nobu.


A dozen mixed oysters with wild boar sausages (£39) and a bottle of Bruno Paillard Rosé champagne (£110) got things off to a fittingly indulgent start. If you are looking for a way into oysters, as my partner was, then having a good old clump of sausage to go with it, is certainly a help.


The octopus carpaccio is dressed with chilli, spring onion and coriander (¬£14.25) and is one of the specialities here. It is a glamorous plate of food and there’s a good hit of heat from the chilli too making it a vibrant starter.


My partner had the pan-fried duck egg with wild rabbit, black pudding, devilled sauce (£10.50) which although by no means a disappointing starter, lacked the star quality mine had. The egg was really the heart of the dish, with the rabbit as more of an afterthought. Most of the food here is simple but expertly cooked, but this dish was a little too far on the safe side.


For main I had the seared sea bass with lemon and herb butter (¬£26.50) which needed a side of creamed spinach (¬£5.50) to complete it. I’m never a fan of mains that come without any sides, but that’s the style at Scott’s, and although paying over ¬£30 for a fillet of sea bass is expensive, there was no denying the quality of the ingredient and cooking.


My partner had the 16oz grilled Dover Sole (¬£42) that was just about the best piece of fish either of us have tried. Again no sides accompany it, so with broccoli coated in hazelnut butter (¬£5.75) this is almost a half tonne main course and you’d struggle to find a main for much more than that in London.


We shared the Scott’s dessert plate (¬£10) which is made up of trio of miniatures. We had the toffee fondant, apple pie and cheesecake, all which were excellent, and this is perfect for those who, like me, are both greedy and indecisive.

The bill came to over ¬£100 a head, and whilst prices are high, ¬†if you are going to Scott’s and aren’t a regular, then this feels like the only way to do it. Champagne and oysters aren’t something you indulge on every day, and there is no finer place in London to enjoy this luxury than on one of the coveted seats in Scott’s. They remind you of this privilege with the cover charge of ¬£2. It’s a restaurant I will come to once a year, either for a special occasion or as a sure-fire way to get myself out of the dog-house and back into the good books with my partner.

Food: 8.5/10

Service: 8/10

Atmosphere: 9/10

Value: 7/10

Overall: 8.5/10

20 Mount Street, London W1K 2HE

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