It almost brought a tear to the eye to be among a happy crowd of diners in one of the best rooms in London.
It feels like a long time ago that we went to Santoré so my failing memory means that this post will be brief. After a festive jar in the excellent Shakespeare’s Head we were back to Exmouth Market for nosh. Indian not being to my wife’s taste we compromised with Italian. Santoré does the standard…
I now found that darts makes me hungry so we headed northwards in search of curry. But it being Monday a lot of places were shut (I'm guessing some of them were also just shut full stop) so by the time we were nearly at Warren Street James pointed out that the best restaurant when you were hungry was the one you were eating food in.++++ Wise advice and we chose to eat at Nazuki Garden based on its being the restaurant we could see when we had that discussion.
I was brained out and hungersome.
Indifference versus the cockmonster. Oh, and lots of wine.
The last time I was in My Old Dutch Denis Bergkamp was playing for Arsenal and I could climb a flight of stairs at a tube station two at a time. MOD, I'm glad to say, has aged better than I have in the intervening years.
'Who on earth would have a Chicken Tikka Masala pie?!'
Timm-eh! Turns out to be high quality and excellent service. Recommended.
A main of murgh sag, billed as medium hot, lacked any heat at all and was an utter disappointment.
Don't go by the reviews on G**gle but do bear this in mind if you want to dine at Le Frank: They've got a cornered market. The nearest place to eat well (other than the jardin d'acclimatation next door) is 20-25 minutes away on the hoof, or a bus/taxi ride.This means you'll pay more than you want for less of what you want. That aside the food and service were excellent and the room very pleasant. It's up to you whether you want to hang on till later or just take the pain in the pocket and have a nice light lunch.