Kaspars at The Savoy, London. 06/09/15
For every buzzing city there’s an ever-changing list of places to eat. I suppose it’s what keeps restaurant critics in trade. But there are other establishments that stand firm against the changing tides of restaurant fashion and become icons.
The Savoy definitely holds its own in this category. From its Escoffier beginnings it’s been up there as the place to eat, diners enticed by the quality of the food and the starriness of the clientele. Oozing old-school glamour as enjoyed by Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor, but still current enough to attract George Clooney and Taylor Swift, its class is without doubt.
Which makes you feel a bit of a fraud when you’re dining on a Groupon voucher.
“Toto, I don’t think we’re in Norfolk any more.”
The best thing about posh restaurants though is that they know their superiority and, unlike places/people that are insecure of their status and act like arseholes as a result, they have a relaxed polishedness that means everyone gets treated with respect, whether waving an American Express Centurion card or a voucher printed off the internet. Ok, maybe George and Amal get the very best table and a plethora of waiters all to themselves, but the fact that we were eating from an internet offer made not a jot of difference to the service or the standard of the food.
The dining room was stunning: art deco elegance centred around a beautiful bar.
The menu was a dilemma, but only because so much of it sounded truly tempting. Right to the basics, if it’s a seafood and grill restaurant, how are you meant to choose between ‘seafood’ and ‘grill’? So I did what I usually do in such circumstances: I went for my I-always-choose-it-but-that’s-because-I-love-it choices of scallops, sea bass and chocolate. I’m so predictable! But it was also a very good choice.
But often it’s the smallest details that stand out the most. For Husband, a birthday lollipop with marshmallows on sticks as a bonus treat (even though his birthday was nearly 2 months before – the vouchers had been a present).
I channelled my inner-Monroe after that, floating my way to the loos with a big smile on my face, even though I could still hear the click of my heels on the marble floor.
Oh to be excessively rich – I’d have happily have moved out of home and into the hotel to live a life of fine dining and compliments. But instead we had tickets for the opening night of Nicole Kidman in Photograph 54, which was probably for the best whilst my head and stomach still fit through the doors. I’m not sure Groupon do vouchers for long-term stays.