I’m going to let you into a secret. Come close. Come Closer. One of the loveliest things about being my own boss is leisurely lunches. *shifty eyes* Especially last-minute ones that just kinda happen, like this one at the Landmark Hotel.
London seems to be a city that’s either planned 3 months in advance or at the very last minute – and this lunch was most definitely the former.
Over a spate of morning messages, we realised that we were both free, that an easy rendezvous point was Marylebone, and our laptops are fully portable for hauling our offices around. So the Landmark is was – a favourite spot of mine, especially when the sun is shining or trains are running late.
Funnily enough, it’s also the place that we had a champagne break on our legal wedding day. Only a month to go before our wedding we had wandered through pretty well every venue within a 10-minute walk of the registry office. Our conditions were fairly straightforward; pretty, mostly informal for a few drinks and big enough to hold 40 people without any stress. Then we discovered their basement bar. Perfection.
In their wood-panelled room with incredibly kind and accommodating staff, we found ourselves popping corks with 90% of the people we loved the most in the world.
Back to the present day. Lunch escalated from a couple of sandwiches on the mezzanine level, to their 3-course set lunch menu with a glass or two of something cheeky. The joys of being your own boss!
We started with the Landmark’s famed olive bread, still warm and spread with salted butter as we perused the menu. I went with a cheek starter – smoke salmon, slivers of cucumber for a fresh crunch and handmade chips with just the right level of salt.
It was just delicious.
Our mains were just as en pointe – mine a slow-cooked lamb with lovely potato mash, a tempura zucchini flowers and a dreamily rich veloute to swirl the tines of my fork in.
Dessert was the crowning course – a chiffon textured cheesecake with toffee-d bananas.
With an eight-floor high roof over the Winter Garden, the light even on grey evenings is fantastic and makes the Landmark Hotel restaurant quite lovely and a contrast to the gloriously British red-bricked facade.
Something that isn’t quite common knowledge is Emmeline’s Pankhurst’s connection to the hotel…
…she hosted breakfasts here (when she wasn’t in jail) fundraising for the suffragette cause. So often that the hotel has a bust of her in one of the lounges.
Of course, once out appetites were sated, we retired upstairs for coffee and a few hours of actual working. The pitfalls of running your own businesses…
Do you return to restaurants that hold memories for you?
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