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Quo Vadis

Quo Vadis

26-29 Dean Street London, W1D 3LL, United Kingdom

Fish • Meat • Steak • British


"the vibe there are few places in london, which I would like to return to the time. for many different reasons, few restaurants and bars are actually on the test of the time. quo vadis, capitancy of sam and eddie hard (from fino and barrafina) and chef jeremy lee, is like a fine wine and is simply better with old. quality is steadfast and never compromised for fashion, luxury is second nature, although never venerable and it is just a great place to have a great old time, no matter what time of day or year they visit. think back luxe laid, there is something clearly English about the deep south above this place; dress smartly or they will feel smartly. the expensive bubbles are always the right answer here so exercise intentionally when it works on a budget. an institution in london and for good reason. perfect for an breakfast date; exquisite menu and many fresh baked goods. take this gourmand(e) they have been poised for some time and maybe hang around until lunch, just because the order they hold the drink classic, and that should they also. do not go too far from the excellent cosmopolitan or espresso martini from the bar. the whiskey cocktails are damn good. Bar snacks are tempting and dig, that will not live itself. try the “Kickshaw” (I will not pamper him for them – they have to find out for themselves) or the smoked Aal sandwich for nibbles if not stick around. when they have a table in the restaurant, they go for their lives. choose from fantasies British dressed like warm salate from longhorn, plucked walnut and bark or mutton shoulder, wide beans and wild garlic. if they choose the appetizer menu, how some of them could be culture voltures only, they do not leave without two-openings of the mandel, blueberry and lemon fair. in others, the sticky toffee pudding is lovely. the game to get a table here can be tricky. they plan it in advance. it is a beautiful place for a drink (the inner bar has a cute corner banquet with strong canoodle inducing forces, there is a handful of soon-achin tables out perfect for summer drinks and people watching a deux) but it is also a safe thing for dinner. they can do this on two; either book a table in the bar for classic pre-dinner drinks in a quirky, British nay post-colonial setting and drive them to the latest restaurant opening in soho for dinner or try them somewhere like eccentric as the French house very close to an aperitif and book them at qw for a slap-up dinner. in the latter scenario, they can still use the cash later if they find that they are one of these woody allen-esque-geist dialogue marathons, even if it ends to be with themselves only. the mistakes are you sweating? another brandy alexander please, bar delicate sex factor 4. if it is not broken, not repair."