Italians seem to revel in luxury no matter what condition their country's in, probably because their PM's also pushed back the statute of limitations on Being Financially Screwed. Bringing you Italian indulgence at an actually sensible price: The Gallery at The Westbury, now open.
Gallery's the opulent, mirror-walled jewel a-bottom the Mayfair Hotel's multimillion-£ update, with high ceilings dangling gold chandeliers crafted by the people who outfitted the Louvre & Versailles, as well as hand-woven Italian-velvet chairs, an Ital mosaic floor, and an engraved-mirror bar, because why wait to start seeing double. From a Boot-born chef fresh from both Clardige's and The Savoy, decadent but surprisingly affordable edibles start with ink-cooked cuttlefish (w/ fregola, white wine & celery), an ultra-creamy stracciatella mozzarella "sandwich", and a pork & pistachio terrine w/ lardo and "mustard fruits", a traditional condiment that is nothing to Poupon. Larger fish dishes include classic Bourride (clams, mussels & gurnard stew w/ rouille), while meatiness is provided by slow-cooked brisket of veal (w/ baby artichokes, peas, celery & lemon confit), as well as speck-wrapped rabbit w/ fried polenta and pine nut/raisin dressing -- about time they quit exposing us to their wrinkles and...nuts
Topping you off, the innovative dessert menu has a dark chocolate & olive oil parfait w/ caramel cream, and an almond-infused panna cotta w/ amaretti crumble, sour cherry sorbet, and macerated cherries, which you can also find in Berlusconi's hot tub, not even claiming to be of proper age.