Regular readers will know that I’m not averse to hanging out at the Wallace and with the old boy getting the train back to Lem it made a convenient venue for lunch.
The room is beautifully light, even on a crappy November day. It’s got to be one of the most elegant dining rooms in London at mid-price.
We started off with a couple of fresheners while we perused the menu. To be honest that doesn’t take long! The set menu has two options per course while the main is slightly more extensive at around half a dozen. But I don’t mind that – sometimes simplicity is a godsend.
A generous dose of bread and butter helped the gin along (take note Bryn Williams!) and then on with the main event. Pumpkin soup up front was creamy and rich, with a sprinkling of croutons for crunch and a luxurious truffle sauce giving it a bit of oomph. A main of hake was perfectly cooked and had plenty of sauce. Chips on the side cost extra, as did the rather disappointing pile of wilted leaves which also had a bit too much vinegar in the dressing for my liking.
The service was spot on and I was almost tempted to have a dessert, except that he had a train to catch and I have an rapidly expanding waistline to manage. So we had high quality espressos before parting our separate ways.
To see where else I’ve dined (possibly round your way) go to the GoogleMap …
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