“Sorry, no children under 10.” That was the response I got from Bob Bob Ricard when I tweeted about planning to take four year old Jack there for lunch.
My husband and I had been for dinner the evening before. There isn’t anywhere in London like Bob Bob Ricard. It manages to combine the feel of a louche New York diner with European glamour. The booth style tables (with cubby holes for coats and bags) the teal walls and eglomisé mirror tiles all ensure an intimate, cosy atmosphere. The food is straight forward comfort food. Not any old comfort food: luxury comfort food