Taking advantage of the fact that, deep down, everyone wants to be a Zone 1 brat is The Lady Ottoline: a centrally based gastro from the brains behind award-winning easterly number The Princess of Shoreditch. Following the same boldly simple formula, they've refitted a 200yr-old boozer back to its Victorian splendor, with two floors of dark wood fittings, a roaring open fire, and, lurking behind the bar to blurrily reflect your folly, a huge distressed vintage mirror. What to expect:
The Food: The downstairs bar is very eager for you to try the orange-cured duck breast w/ soy jelly, or the pan-fried snapper in a whisky reduction; the upstairs dining room would be most pleased if you killed larger plates like pork belly w/ braised cheek in cider, and, with juniper jus'd candied figs & crisp pancetta, a roasted rump of "blackface lamb", traditionally served with mint-strel?
The Drink: Vino covers over 100 bins, whilst the beer flows from seven taps including Adnams & Mad Goose, plus locals like Meantime pale and Wandle, brewed on the banks of the Thames, the only banks in Europe that are always liquid.
The Banqueting Menu: The private diner will task up to 16 peeps with the enviable job of consuming a caramelized apple-sided pot-roasted whole suckling pig served in its juices, or a feast including 24-hr braised whole haunch of venison, scotch broth & dumplings, and a whole roasted lamb shoulder -- to finish it, you'll have to be some kind of zone.