We had a fabulous dinner here last night. The room is so pretty and calm, the staff knowledgeable and chatty, and of course the food was alright too.
We started with a drink in the Salon, so called, but really it's a bar in the entrance area and not a place to linger. Delicious floral-scented olives and a perfect negroni.
Two scallops and two squids to start, followed by two lambs, a beef and a monkfish. I've been trying to write a description of the food and have been running up against a lack of adjectives - how else do you say that the asparagus was so asparagussy, the lamb so lamby and the strawberries strawberryy? But everything tasted of the best version of itself, with little to overwhelm or overpower the natural flavours.
We shared the citrus tart (like sunny delight curd, in a good way), a wonderful dark and smoky bitter chocolate cake, some high-powered strawberry ice cream, and an underwhelming almond tart.
Not having eaten Skye Gyngell's food before, I was surprised at how hearty the portions were - this seemed at odds with the delicate decor and the weird floaty waitress' dresses. But a good surprise. I want to go back tonight!