The Wolseley

Having only been to the Wolsley once (and having been hugely disappointed the first time), I trusted that my second visit would remove any doubt in my mind that this was to be one of London's finer restaurants. Where do I begin…

Having seated my party of 8 on two different tables (again), 5 were served soup for starter which, if the menu had not stated otherwise, I would have assumed to be a discoloured salt water. While I can cope with slightly salty food, this was somewhat vulgar, and the dry bread helped very little. Not 1 of the 5 could stomach it.

My main, a “rare” fillet came out without the slightest hint of pink, which I was then told by two waiters was rare and that I was in fact wrong to claim otherwise. Eventually, having finally spoken to the Manager, I received a nicely rare steak which, second time round, was actually very nice.

My companions were however less fortunate than me. Having complained about the starters, they were in no mind to stir up a fuss over their own mains, but to the last, each was highly disappointed. Three had opted for a beef sandwich which looked like it was fresh out of a tin and highly unappetising.

Needless to say we did not hang around for desert, but sadly the food was not actually my biggest problem. The rudeness of seemingly every member of staff was outrageous. I believe the term, ‘the customer is always right’ had been misconstrued, and a simple apology over the travesty of a dish they served for starter and main was too much to ask for.

I will never return.