Scott’s
IF THE ESSENCE OF SOPHISTICATION is self-possession – urbane places, like urbane people, have no need to assert their credentials – Scott’s might just be the most sophisticated restaurant in London. To pass through its portals is to enter a world from which the humdrum is rigorously excluded. The very windows are frosted to prevent the unwelcome intrusion of reality. In this sleek interior of rich leather and glossy wood, glamour reigns supreme. Small wonder that Scott’s, beloved in his day by Ian Fleming, who is reputed to have discovered the perfect martini here, is considered a home-away-fromhome by its current crop of guests. Grown-up surroundings demand a grown-up menu. Scott’s rises to the challenge with aplomb. Although the meats are, of course, superb, they play second fiddle to a dazzling array of fish and seafood. From three types of caviar, via dressed crab and octopus carpaccio, to Dover sole grilled or meunière, some of these dishes have been available since Scott’s relocated to Mount Street from its original premises in Haymarket in the late Sixties.
Dinner at Scott’s is, by definition, a luxurious affair. For a further refinement of opulence, consider hiring The Platinum Arowana Room, a private space at the rear of the restaurant paved with illuminated green agate and lined with original artworks by Renoir, Miró and Van Dongen.
See also: Harry’s Bar, The Ritz, J Sheekey
