There aren’t many London restaurants that can list AA Gill, Giles Coren and Jay Rayner as fans. Luckily for me, I’ve now been to one of them – Michelin starred restaurant, Medlar.
It might not look like much from the outside, but enter Medlar and you’ll find the best food on the King’s Road. When we arrived for an early dinner – 7pm to be precise – the restaurant was already half full. A good sign, wouldn’t you agree.
Our lovely French waitress seated us by the window and handed us a three course Prix Fixe menu. The price changes depending on when you go – for us, it was £42 per head – and on it sits typically French dishes made without ‘over-elaboration or pretension’.
Choices, choices, choices… I wanted everything on the menu, but eventually decided on Crab Raviolo to start and Wild Turbot for main. For The Boyfriend, it was the daring Crisp Calf’s Brain, followed by Under Blade Fillet with Cafe de Paris Snails.
My raviolo was crab-tastic. Bursting with fishiness, the surrounding samphire, brown shrimps and bisque sauce pushed the flavour to the extreme.
Across the table, The Boyfriend was appreciating his calf’s brain. Appreciating the taste, the precision in cooking and the accompanying smoked duck breast, aioli and pink fir potatoes. Not appreciating the texture because let’s face it folks, eating brain is only going to make you think of one thing – eating brain.
My turbot was light, delicate and infused with its bed of ginger, mushroom, soy broth, white asparagus, pak choi and prawn dumplings. It was a charming dish that almost looked too good to eat. Almost.
It was also a complete contrast to what The Boyfriend devoured across from me. Continuing with the adventurous theme, the snails had absorbed the steak’s juices so each one tasted like a meaty truffle. The triple cooked chips caught my eye. Chunky and crisp, only one word could describe them – delicious.
I didn’t care how full I was, I was ordering pudding and eating it all. The waitress suggested the Cannele with Camp Ice Cream and Molten Congolese Chocolate. I obliged.
It was a stunning combination of crisp yet soft, custardy cannele, sweet ice-cream and luxurious chocolate. Certainly worthy of ‘desert island pudding’ status.
The Boyfriend seemed content with his Lemon Curd Ice Cream with Blackcurrant Compote and Meringues. I’d have asked more about it, but to be honest, I was too busy enjoying mine.
Medlar, you get a LLE Rating of 9 / 10. You also have one more one more person to add to the fan base. Me.
Medlar, 438 Kings Road, Chelsea Sw10 0L
*Images 1 & 2 ‘borrowed’ from the Medlar website