The only reason to foolishly
undertake a marathon is surely to enjoy nice food in its aftermath completely
guilt free. Having ‘won’ the ballot to ‘run’ the London marathon, I planned a manageable
training programme which of course I didn’t follow. So, at mile 16.5 when the
going got very tough, the only thing that kept me going (along with the
support), was the celebratory dinner I had planned at Brasserie Chavot.
Brasserie Chavot has received
substantial praise since it opened. The plaudits have been merited; and having
dined there on a recent Saturday night, I considered it to be an excellent
option for dining post-marathon primarily because of the food, but also because
the red leather seats would be comfortable enough to soothe my weary body.
At first sight the Brasserie is a
little piece of France plonked into Conduit Street. Tables for couples’ or
parties of four line one wall divided by cream lamps; whilst in the centre are
larger round tables for bigger groups. The red leather is contrasted with a
cream hue on the walls; grand chandeliers hang from the ceiling permeating a low
lighting. There is a lovely symmetry to the venue and aesthetically the venue
is pleasing as are the herbs found dotted at the front window – a nice touch. The
aesthetics of the building are matched by the friendliness of the staff.
But I suppose at some stage I should
refer to the food. Starters comprised of ceviche of scallops, sardines escabeche,
and home-cured salmon with a gravlax dressing. Baked sourdough was required to
mop up the vinaigrette that accompanied the scallops and the gravlax dressing
that accompanied the salmon. Each excelled.
For our mains, we had venison,
duck, and tiger prawns, with sides of pommes frites and creamy mashed potato. The
venison, medium rare was served with honey glazed root vegetables on a bed of cabbage
coated in butter. The rump of venison excelled; a fine piece of meat indeed. The
tiger prawn was presented on a bed of chickpeas and chorizo and was very tasty
indeed. The duck looked the part, however my friend had it demolished before I could
taste. This was sad for me. The fries were liberally salted, as any good fries
are. I would go so far as to say they may be the best fries I’ve enjoyed in London
and the portion is big so plenty to go round.
There was of course time for
dessert. I had the crème brulee, same as my last visit; whilst the others had
some chocolate concoction covered in cream. I was too focused on the crème brulee
and the pain emanating from my legs to pay any attention to the other dessert
but I was duly informed that it was very nice.
The bill, all in for 3 people and
12.5% service amounted to £202. This included a bottle of champagne, 3 course
and coffees. The food, service, and décor all made it very much worthwhile. I shall
return, this time without my medal.