Palm Court Brasserie on King’s Street near Leicester Square is a safe bet. It’s always busy (you should book ahead!), it’s not a chain, it’s affordable (between £10 and £18 for a main), the food is exactly what it promises to be, the service is friendly, the menu features an adequate variety (perhaps not for vegetarians though) and it’s easy to get to. My single qualm is that Palm Court Brasserie is a bit too lively (probably due to the attendance of a disproportionate amount of pre-theatre goers) and thus a bit loud. Still, other than our beautiful French waiter, this place offers me little to rave about. And besides, his attention was entirely devoted to Opa who insisted on speaking French to him throughout.
Despite the staff being helpful and attentive then, this place is simply too big and full to feel personal. And whilst I’ve credited it with not being a chain, it feels like just another Cafe Rouge nonetheless. Admittedly, since finishing my main of Moule Marineire last night, I have not been able to stop thinking about or indeed googling mussels; of how to make them, when to make them, where to buy them, etc. They were delicious – as was my Tuscan cheesecake dessert. Perhaps that’s also why this place gets such spanking reviews on the internet. 
Anyway, my grandparents will leave London to return to Germany this afternoon, which means that my week of delicious food, far too scarce family time and legitimised procrastination has come to an end. I’m currently sitting in the library wondering if I can justifiably open another pack of biscuits in the next hour and whether I should have Ramen or Rice tonight..
365 Days of Food 