Last night's dinner was at the Balfour, at the corner of Tavistock Place and Marchmont Street. I was wandering around looking for a meal, it looked salubrious, so in I went.
The verdict is short and sweet: It's fine. Nothing great, nothing terrible. I had a glass of Nero d'Avola, a rocket-and-parmesan salad, and the calamari-chorizo-purple potato starter, and they were all shoveled up without hesitation.
The salad was quite large for £3. Ordinarily as a starter, it could serve two easily, but it just as easily served one person very hungry for green veg. It was a bit overdressed, and I would have preferred a French-style dressing rather than balsamic, but those are minor quibbles.
For my main, the calamari-chorizo-purple potato "salad" was fairly tasty. I ordered the small (£5.50, if memory serves), and it was plenty.
The atmosphere is relaxed and comfortable. All the other diners were couples of a certain age (if you know what I mean) and singletons like myself. I have a no-returns policy for my three weeks here, but if I lived round the corner, I would certainly pop into the Balfour when I was too tired to cook.