Get your Côte, love.

As our good friend Edward was going back to university after spending the summer (essentially squatting) with us, we decided it would be a good idea to rebuff the student image and go out for a nice civilized dinner. Jaimie (m'fella) and I had gone to this place the day before my birthday on a Saturday afternoon; mainly to get out of the rain. But we were suitably impressed, so I suggested Côte as the venue for our soiree.



This branch of Côte is in Soho's Wardour St. I really wanted to talk about this restaurant as I think it is a great place to get something really decent to eat, and appears to have a consistant standard. It's not massively cheap, but neither is it frightenly expensive. It's pitched just about right to make you feel like you're doing something a little bit special without inducing shuddering and silent tears when the bill arrives. They have a pre-fixe menu which is really reasonable and features steak frites. It seems that Côte is the baby of the people who bought us Strada. The interior is nice, and not to 'chain-like' in it's appearance. It's informal, the staff are interested and polite, and the complementary filtered water in oldy-worldy bottles are a nice touch.

Anyway, we all went along to give our little Parky-pants a send off. I had a starter of Bayonne ham with celariac remoulade, followed by a ribeye steak frite with roquefort butter. Was delicious.



Sophie had rillettes and steak with bernaise. She seemed pretty pleased.



So, farewell Edward. We'll miss you. Come back soon.