Looks delicious
Janie had been dying to try this place, which John White and I waxed lyrical about after our evening there the previous autumn. Janie and I got our opportunity soon before it moved away from my patch (Notting Hill) to a larger Soho location.
Little did I know back then that The Sugar Club’s edgy All Saints Road location lauded by the press and glitterati was three doors down from my grandparent’s place 80+ years earlier.
Anyway, it was supposedly fiendishly difficult to get into this place on a Friday evening, but Janie found a way, perhaps booking many weeks ahead, knowing that we’d want to dine late and wanted to be in Notting Hill the next morning.
Result.
Both of us remember it being a memorably good meal.
Here’s an interview and a lauding from The Standard a few months before our visit:
Here’s a fairly glowing review from The Telegraph:
We both loved the place and the vibe and the food, as did Johnboy when we dined there.
So why did Janie and I want to be in Notting Hill on a Saturday morning rather than in Ealing? Because in those days we went to see a hygienist in Kensington on a Saturday morning. That’s why.