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.