Scott’s Mayfair

Scott’s is owned by Caprice Holdings (who own Le Caprice, 34, J Sheekey and The Ivy to name but a few) and is as beautifully kitted out inside as its sister restaurants. It has a doorman, a cloakroom lady, hundreds of waiters – this place clearly doesn’t scrimp on staff.

Rarely do I leave a restaurant and all I can think about is the beauitful sink in the Gents loo but upon leaving this fish restaurant in Mayfair that’s exactly what I found myself doing. It really was a stunning sink.

Sorry I digress! In the middle of the dining room is the oyster and champagne bar where wealthy men in suits sat and stared at giant crustaceans sitting on a mound of ice. We were seated at a table round the edge of the room and it was dark, noisy and sexy.

Some white and brown bread started proceedings with some aggressively salty butter (just how I like it).

The menu isn’t exactly cheap so we jumped straight into mains. I went for the griddled tiger prawns with wild garlic and lemon (£24.75). A generous portion of prawns made up for their slightly small individual size. They were cooked perfectly and the oily sauce (which I could have done with a lot more of) was delicious. The head and tails came clean off the flesh very easily using my knife and fork. I was a very happy man.


The chips (£4.50) – which were thick cut – were crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside and well seasoned.

My gentleman companion ordered the fillet of pollock with mixed spring beans, chorizo and padron peppers (£19.75). The fillet was cooked to perfection and the skin was lovely and crisp. The sliced chorizo was some of the finest we’ve ever tasted. The dish seriously lacked a sauce which would have helped bring all the ingredients together.

A side of creamed spinach (£5.50) was absolutely divine. I didn’t think creamed spinach could excite me so much but I could have eaten buckets of the stuff.

Service was a little rushed and manic therefor we never got a second to have a chat with any member of staff. As soon as they had put your food down or taken your order they rushed off. It wasn’t unfriendly or rude it was just a little impersonal.

My dessert of Peruvian chocolate bomb with honeycomb (£9.75) was so tasty I hardly came up for air whilst eating it. Every second that I didn’t have a mouthful of this incredible dessert was a second of pure happiness wasted. A chocolate bomb, where a hot sauce is poured over it to melt the outside and reveal the contents inside, seems to be a popular choice for restaurants at the moment. This was the best dessert I have ever eaten. It was so rich and chocolatey yet at no point was it sickly and the honeycomb was the perfect addition.


My gentleman companion’s dessert was also a high scorer. Fleur de sel chocolate feuilletine with caramel bananas (£9.50) looked very impressive. Both desserts were on the expensive end of the scale but worth every single penny.

As we left Scott’s (with much lighter wallets) and waved goodbye to the immaculately dressed doorman, we found ourselves in love with the place. It has style, class and a truly wonderful sink.


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