Last Saturday the Englishman needed to buy a new dinner suit. Knowing his method for shopping (short and sharp), I treated the invite to go with him as a lunch date. And how right I was. We'd only visited three gentlemen's outfitters on Jermyn Street in SW1 when the Englishman started to glance at his watch. 'Lunch?' he said and turned to me.
Using my iPhone Harden's app (which, by the way, is absolutely excellent for finding eateries in London), we chose Hix in Soho as the nicest place (sort of) close by. We'd been there once before after the theatre and remembered the food was nice.
|I do love a proper cloth napkin.|
|Whipped beets with goat's curd, toasted walnuts and flatbread.|
'It looks like a faggot,' the Englishman said when our food arrived. This was not some kind of rude or politically incorrect remark on his part. I looked down at my plate. He was right, the 'Veal dumpling' as it was dubbed on the menu did resemble the beef and liver faggots our old butcher in the country used to sell. I could never eat these, the animal stomach lining they were wrapped in put me right off.
However, at Hix, the first course had been so good, that I dared to cut into my 'dumpling' to see what it was made of. Besides, I spied no lining material whatsoever. At the end, although tasty, the dish was too meaty for me, and I could only manage half of it. Something green, in addition to the pickled white cabbage and the undercooked new potatoes, to accompany the lonely veal meatball, would have made the dish a whole lot better.
|Their water jugs were nice too, although when I said 'Your jugs are nice,' to the waitress, both she and the Englishman burst out laughing. You can take the girl out of a foreign land but you can't take the foreigner out of the girl...|
66-70 Brewer Street
Set lunch for 2 courses was £17.50
Our bill with a carafe of red wine came to £48.50