Swine and Cheese

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The Wolseley, London

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During our February half term trip to London, in another attempt to engulf our two teenage daughters with much needed culture away from facebooking, twittering etc…we arranged a few outings. Whilst there Neale and I obviously couldn’t resist the opportunity to try out what must be one of London’s best loved restaurants, The Wolseley on Piccadilly. The building itself was commissioned by Wolseley Motors in 1921 as a showroom for their cars, and amazingly only became a restaurant in 2003, although you would think the restaurant had been going for years.

On entering the Wolseley it was just as if we’d stepped onto the set of the first class restaurant on Titanic. Wonderful, opulent art deco furnishings in black and ivory in a vast dining room with soft, atmospheric lighting making all the silverware glint. We had gone at 5.30pm for a pre-theatre supper and the place was buzzing, every table full. The menu was a delight and quite eclectic with very traditional English rubbing shoulders with very traditional French and Jewish dishes. Luckily for us Laura and Lucy are adventurous eaters and will happily try anything which has always been such a relief. I remember Laura aged nine months shovelling anchovies, olives and garlic cloves down her neck at one Spanish restaurant in her clip-on chair with the waiters looking on amazed. Not bad for a gringo! Visiting children at our home either ate what was put in front of them or went hungry. I’m afraid I can’t be doing with fussy eaters; allergies – yes, perfectly understandable but over pampered kids and indulgent parents – NO! Anyway I digress.

My starter of quail’s eggs with Hollandaise was superb as was Laura’s and Neale’s steak tartare, and Lucy’s eggs Benedict. On to the exquisite grilled calf’s liver, moules with frites, Toulouse sausages and lentils (almost as good as my recipe!) and Wolseley hamburger. Fab – all of it. Before I get criticised we weren’t allowed to take photos in the restaurant so sadly I can’t show you how wonderful the food looked.

To cap an excellent day we saw the Warhorse at the New London theatre. Do go if you get the chance. We were told by the couple we stayed with that we would almost certainly cry. Having taken this on board I exercised diversion therapy when the heavy scene came at the end however Neale was obviously in the moment and had three of the cast sniggering at his highly visible (we were 2nd row), heaving sobbing! Hilarious. The puppetry was awesome so it was very easy to get right into the story and it was incredibly moving. The play was based on Michael Morpurgo’s book about a boy’s friendship with a horse. Mind blowing to think that 1,000,000 horses went to France during the First World War and only 60,000 made it back.


Written by Sarah

February 22nd, 2010 at 2:30 pm