When in London, catching up with my gorgeous girls, a fabulous dinner is essential. With no plans made, we decided to wander in South Kensington and see what gem we could uncover. Boom! Enter La Bouchee. After walking up and down Old Brompton Road, we return to the French joint that had caught our eye. La Bouchee is a darling little French bistro, with wooden tables and an old world feel. It is busy and has instant atmosphere. You walk in and feel transported. It is Paris, sometime in the early twentieth century, but it is not dated, it is classic.
With snails on the menu, Skye and I cannot pass them. We share the little devils, smothered in garlic and parsley. Utterly delicious. Melinda, the American, refuses to try one, but I coax her and she enjoys it. She wants more. That was the last one!
I have been craving meat. I order the burger. I know it’s not going to be a burger burger, all dinted and greasy, but I want a big hunk of meat and I want fries. Done. The burger is good. And for £16 is a London bargain.
Other dishes ordered include a steak cooked to perfection and labelled one of the best steaks in London, and a duck that falls apart in your mouth.
Skye’s favourite dessert, île flottante, features on the menu, and even though I had already promised my heart to a gelato place down the road, we share one. This dessert of poached meringue is light and gorgeous, and it tickles your tongue as you spoon it into your mouth. Mmmm.
Of course, no proper catch up would be complete without lashings of red wine. We order a bottle. And then another. The 2011 Bourgogne Vincent Girardin Pinot Noir is utterly delicious: cherry and berry and not too heavy.
The service is delightful, all very French. I am tempted to order in French #bilingualwanker makes it into the status update.
This boîte is one to be remembered and frequented. In fact, I think we should make it our regular haunt. J’adore.
