My Dad and I had our annual long lunch at Le Gavroche. It's a great old fashioned room with deep reds and deep carpets and I love the drinks upstairs before being taken down for dinner touch. I'd not been in ten years and had forgotten quite how small and intimate the restaurant was. The amuse bouches were great - a sort of upmarket cheese straw and my bitter soup was just that: Beer soup. The cheese and ham croquettes to dip in it were even better. I had pollock for main and whilst good it just didn't have the wow factor. The same could be said for my Dad's chicken: good, but not great. Great that Michel junior came up to ask how things were going and we did have a great time. Perhaps if we'd gone outside the very good value business lunch we'd had got that wow factor and we did have an excellent time - you can't fault the service. It's just top make a top ten there has to be at least one dish which sticks in the mind through time, and sadly there wasn't one.
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