The Royal China Group’s flagship restaurant.
Set just a dumpling’s throw away from the swanky Royal China Club, you might expect this slightly shabbier sister restaurant to have a bit of an inferiority complex. It doesn’t. With space for 200 diners, this is the Royal China Group’s flagship branch – and it’s got the gold panelling and linen-topped banqueting tables to prove it. Yes, the linen’s a tad faded and the gold’s lost its lustre, but there’s a relaxed, family atmosphere in their place. Not a bad swap in my book.
Dim sum’s the speciality here, and very good it is too. First up are hot sesame prawn rolls with nutty, crisp pastry on the outside and fresh, sweet prawns within. Whether fried or steamed, everything’s made fresh when you order here and it really shows – the scallop dumplings that followed were perfectly cooked and delicately flavoured, with a silky translucent casing.
Sadly, dishes from the à la carte are less assured. The crispy bird in the duck pancakes was dry, and a mixed vegetable noodle rather wet. Stick to the dim sum though, and Royal China is a lovely spot to have a long, leisurely and semi-luxurious lunch.
|Venue name:||Royal China||Contact:|
24-26 Baker Street
|Transport:||Tube: Baker St|
|Price:||Dinner for two with drinks and service: around £100.|
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I've just had the best dim sum here that I have ever eaten. That includes some great feasts in both London and Hong Kong. Wonderful subtle flavours. Highly recommended, although pricier than elsewhere. Worth paying the extra though.
ZERO STARS! (But I had to give it one to review...) I can’t be sure, but I’d wager that the gooey shine on our low-rent food at Royal China (Baker St) had was either illegal reprocessed cooking oil or saliva. Either way, it was definitely carcinogenic. Much like the repulsive attitude of the staff, who claimed our table of 8 hadn't booked (we had). If you mess up a booking, you apologise and try your best to accommodate your guests. You do not monosyllabically repeat, "We have no booking," deny there could have been a mistake at your end (thus implying your customer is lying) and stick them on the worst, dirtiest table you have. It actually caused some amusement initially. Is this one of those places where the staff are purposefully resentful to the clientele as a bit of, you know, tourist schtick? No. No, it's not. It is a place that employs humanoids so jacked up on internalized hatred that things like eye-contact and, well, saying words, are no longer viable. The food was clearly their revenge for our desperate attempts to communicate, like asking for water three times and being angrily huffed at for requesting a clean glass when there was a perfectly good dirty one on the table that someone else had already drunk beer from. It was takeaway quality at best, but for the price you'd expect them to have at least marinated the lot in baby Panda tears. Great blog by @CharlieDelMonte on this very subject: http://rotwu.wordpress.com/2013/08/12/prattle-royale/