Out for a boozy lunch at The Thomas Cubitt in Belgravia, started with a rather nice Sauvignon Blanc , chilled perfectly and served by an attentive waitress.
The bar has an open farmhouse kitchen feel to it, with big old wooden tables and some communal dining. They hadn’t gone all out with Christmas decorations but when your brought up but a mother who believes you can never have enough Christmas sparkle, I suppose I expect a grotto, how would they know!
The menu choice was small but varied which I enjoy at lunchtime, quick decisions with more time for natter. The special took my fancy, a haddock souffle with a leek puree. Then Remy went and ordered the fish and chips and I instantly had food envy and it hadn’t even arrived!
My souffle was delicious, light and delicate, food that is aesthetically pleasing as well as tasty. The fish didn’t over power either, which is nice.
I couldn’t help noticing that Remy’s fish was winking at me and when a chunk kindly landed on my plate, I remembered that fish and chips done well really are a delight! With a nice dollop of mushy peas, what more does a man want.
Oh yeah, that’s right, a girl not to eat his food ;-)
At this point the service dropped off, they were busy but not unmanageable, maybe it was break time, who knows.
After lunch we sampled the mulled wine, which I felt was served in glasses meant for children at parties so they don’t have too much juice and need to pee! Maybe that’s my inner alcoholic talking, but hey, the truth!
All in all I enjoyed the TC, what a lovely lunch.