As a playground of the wealthy, Mayfair has more than its fair share of amazing restaurants. Cuisines range from Asian (Princess Garden) to British (Corrigan's Mayfair) and everything in between. But the French restaurants, like Le Gavroche or Hélène Darroze at the Connaught, really stand out here. Though, really, it's hard to go wrong when eating out in Mayfair.
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Nearly all of our fellow diners at 34 were Americans: the sort who roll up their sleeves to talk loudly about Mitt Romney. But that’s what half of Mayfair is like, a bubble of foreign wealth that bears little relationship to most Londoners’ lives. This establishment and the international super-rich live in symbiosis.Book now Read more
Don’t be put off by the gimmicky concept or swanky addresses of the four branches of this Russian-owned chain; this sleek eatery represents remarkably good value for money… if you order the lobster. As you walk through the door in the Mayfair branch (an attractively converted pub), a blackboard tells you all you need to know about the menu: you may order a lobster (boiled, grilled or in a brioche roll with mayonnaise), or you may have a burger.Read more
Cecconi’s, located just behind the Royal Academy, shows London at its most cosmopolitan. A chic restaurant and bar with wraparound windows and striped marble floors, it’s part of the cool Soho House group. Service comes from classy white-jacketed staff and food is served all day – everything from egg white omelette to lobster spaghetti. The fare is pleasingly simple rather than imaginative.Read more
Sir David Tang’s slinky dining room in the Dorchester’s basement successfully manages to banish all thoughts of hotel restaurants from diners’ minds. The separate Park Lane entrance helps, as do art deco furnishings evoking 1930s Shanghai. Only the moneyed, multinational clientele remind you of the locality.Book now Read more
As your coats are taken and reservations checked, a pianist tinkles away on a baby grand by the entrance of Richard Corrigan’s Mayfair restaurant. If stopping for a drink, you’re led to a long marble bar topped with individual railway-style lamps; those eating continue to the dusky, romantically lit dining room, which has any solemnity removed by humorous feathered lampshades and metal bird sculptures.Book now Read more
This restaurant colossus offers unapologetically old-school fine dining. First opened in Chelsea in 1967 by the Roux brothers, Albert and Michel, it’s now run by Michel Roux Jr who took the reins in 1991. Le Gavroche continues to be the go-to haute cuisine establishment for a dignified, extremely wealthy crowd (our reservation took three months to secure).Read more
‘Bringing the New York steakhouse to London.’ Not the most original brief, but this (Russian-owned) newcomer has a decent stab at bringing Manhattan to Mayfair: dark-wood panelling, inviting leather booths, a bar counter running the length of the restaurant, and staff so chatty and involved in your order they practically sit down to eat with you. (Our waiter gave us a five-minute wine discourse, talking through the choice of 20-odd on the red-heavy list.)Book now Read more
Patron-chef Karam Sethi has added a new venture to his line-up of Trishna (a suavely modern Indian restaurant in Marylebone) and Bubbledogs (Charlotte Street’s hot-dogs and fizz trendster). Gymkhana has the look and feel of an Indian colonial club with its retro ceiling fans, marble table-tops, and yesteryear photos of polo and cricket team triumphs.Book now Read more
It takes just a couple of steps along the decked, tree-lined entrance of this Mayfair mews restaurant for a sense of oasis and calm to descend – an atmosphere that is deliberately cultivated and carried through to the cool, well-spaced dining room. Solicitous greetings abound the moment you cross the threshold; the Greenhouse is a place where chairs are tweaked, tables brushed and every detail seen to by a considerate team.Book now Read more
An unassuming name, an unassuming interior, a nondescript entrance – but we’re in Bruton Street here, one of the most refined streets in refined Mayfair (hell, the Queen was born at no.17). An unobtrusive streak runs through everything at this restaurant, where standards – from the luxe Ren products in the toilets to the spiderweb-delicate glassware – are sky-high, but there’s nothing too avant-garde to startle the clientele. As a result, a meal here is one of suavity and established luxury. Not a bad thing: sometimes it’s better to be cossetted than challenged. Our lunch started with translucent chicken jelly with peas and an airy pillow of goat’s curd: a summery statement of intent. Dishes like the poured-at-table gazpacho with crayfish and sour cream ice-cream, or sea bream with courgette, razor clams and parmesan – both from the set menu – were accomplished and clearly labour-intensive works of complementary colours, flavours, textures and shapes. Staff were earnest rather than friendly; a chatty sommelier offered a note of personality, otherwise service is conducted with quiet industry and consideration. One for the classicists rather than the trendsetters, but still a seamless experience.