Prompted by yvonne's good review and unable to get there before Christmas, I visited the QCH last night.
Fuelled by a poor cocktail at bar 1920 in Clerkenwell and a much better pint of Dry Stout from O' Hanlons we arrived at 9.00 to find it very full. I am never sure about all this sharing tables schtick, but needs must as the devil drives. We did have to sit next to a young couple from New Zealand. Should we have demanded a discount to our tab?
Starters and puddings always seem a bit peripheral in a place like this and ours were no exception. A bang bang chicken was fine, a lobster salad (£13!! anyone?) was as good as any composed salad has the right to be.
Puddings were of the cut it and serve it kind. More of a punishment than a treat, but then puddings don't count as real food, do they?
What sets QCH apart is the phenomenal main courses. Being an unreconstructed man, I had to just try a slab of dead cow. Perfectly cooked and served with estimable chips and good horseradish sauce. Dear brother of mine recreated his childhood with Calf's liver ( why do all menu's insist on calling it Calves liver? editorially incorrect ) with a wonderful mash and onion gravy.
A good bottle of Sonoma Valley Zinfandel was about £22.
The whole bill c£120 inc service, about average for London at this level of eating.
On the whole, pretty good if not top notch.
Just hate those wooden seats though!