For the husband's birthday I wanted to book somewhere special for the three of us to go, which in London is a little tricky with a nearly two year old in tow. I racked my brains and eventually had a brainwave - The Wolseley. I'd often seen families there in years gone by so off we toodled.
I love the understated grandeur of The Wolseley, its rather discreet entrance hides its impressive interior, a grand room with two smaller rooms on either side of the entrance. Sweeping stairs at the back of the main dining room lead up to two eating rooms, with a circular area in the centre of the room encased by a wooden wall. Marble topped tables laid with heavy silver cutlery, linen table cloths and napkins fill this vibrant Old school European style cafe-restaurant. One is transported back to the 1930's where women dressed in their flapper dresses, draped in fur and diamonds flitted around from table to table smoking long cigarettes from their cigarette holders, their heels clicking against the marble floors.
The food is quite simply delicious, beautifully presented and well prepared using only the finest ingredients. Matilda had her favourite smoked salmon in a bagel with cream cheese on the side, I had the Eggs Benedict which were perfectly done with a scrumptious Hollandaise. The husband had a salt beef sandwich with a bowl of chips again utterly divine according to him, he wouldn't let me try it. We also treated ourselves to a slice of homemade bittersweet Battenburg cake, which I don't think I'd had since I was a child when it was all the rage.
The Wolseley never disappoints, the attention you receive from the Staff is perfectly pitched, always on hand if you need anything but also leaving you with the privacy you need. They were delightful with our little bundle of energy toddler, instantly providing her with crayons and colouring in pictures, they played with her whilst also treating her like a little princess. Unlike many restaurants and cafes The Wolseley staff ensure that you want to return, when I mentioned it was the husband's birthday, just in passing, as we were leaving they turned up with a little box filled with lemon cheesecake. How sweet is that, not sure where else in London you'd get that sort of care. I can't wait to indulge in some more Wolseley glamour so as it's also the perfect place to take young children, I'll be returning before not too long...
I love the understated grandeur of The Wolseley, its rather discreet entrance hides its impressive interior, a grand room with two smaller rooms on either side of the entrance. Sweeping stairs at the back of the main dining room lead up to two eating rooms, with a circular area in the centre of the room encased by a wooden wall. Marble topped tables laid with heavy silver cutlery, linen table cloths and napkins fill this vibrant Old school European style cafe-restaurant. One is transported back to the 1930's where women dressed in their flapper dresses, draped in fur and diamonds flitted around from table to table smoking long cigarettes from their cigarette holders, their heels clicking against the marble floors.
The food is quite simply delicious, beautifully presented and well prepared using only the finest ingredients. Matilda had her favourite smoked salmon in a bagel with cream cheese on the side, I had the Eggs Benedict which were perfectly done with a scrumptious Hollandaise. The husband had a salt beef sandwich with a bowl of chips again utterly divine according to him, he wouldn't let me try it. We also treated ourselves to a slice of homemade bittersweet Battenburg cake, which I don't think I'd had since I was a child when it was all the rage.
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