I recently enjoyed a very, very rare non-work related trip to London and J came too. We got the coach from Cheltenham (cheaper than the train) and arrived around lunch time. I was frantically tweeting and googling on the way there trying to find somewhere a bit spesh for us to eat. Liberty London Girl raved about the day-time food at Dean Street Townhouse so I rang up and booked 'Debra' (as the guy on the phone thought my boyfriend was called) and I a table.
When we got to the restaurant it was absolutely heaving but had a fab buzzy atmosphere and reminded me of similar places in New York.
We were brought a mini loaf of bread and a pat of butter while we waited for our mains. They emerged incredibly quickly, especially considering how rammed the place was. A very well-oiled machine!
My souffle arrived with its own tiny saucepan of the most delicious hollandais-ish sauce. This + souffle + fries + broccoli = heaven. You London bods have probably all been there a million times (it's quite the PR fave apparently) but for country pumpkins like me, I highly recommend lunch at Dean Street Townhouse.
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