Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Cheese and Biscuits Restaurant of the Year 2012 - Bob Bob Ricard


A little while ago I wrote a short piece for lovefood.com about the best meal of my life. In it, I rather clumsily attempted to make the distinction between great meals, which can happen more or less randomly and independently of whether a restaurant is regularly enjoyed by anyone else, and great restaurants which have consistency on their side as well as the ability to knock out a decent dish or ten.


In 2012, I had many, many great meals. L'Enclume in July was an obvious highlight, a tour-de-force of modern British cooking that marked Simon Rogan out as a supremely talented chef with a unique style seemingly plucked from thin air. And thank God, too, for Medlar, finally a Chelsea restaurant worth the money they're asking and one that has, by all accounts, only improved since my visit.


But these are, after all, just meals. I don't live close enough to be a regular at l'Enclume, or work close enough to take advantage of Medlar's cut-price lunch menus, and even if I wanted to go back to another one of 2012's high points, a tasting menu at Ben Spalding's John Salt, Ben and his team up and left Islington just before Christmas, leaving in their wake a rather bemusing press release blaming "different directions" and a good few months worth of cancelled reservations. Look out for Ben opening his own place very soon, but in the meantime his residency at John Salt is being handed to Neil Rankin of Pitt Cue, who if the meals I've had in his Soho BBQ joint are anything to go by, is one of very few chefs who could follow that act.

A great restaurant, then, isn't just where you happen to have a great meal, it's a place you look forward to going to more than anywhere else because you always enjoy the time you spend there. It's a home from home, a comfort blanket of great food and great service, reliable but never predictable, where everything on the menu looks like something you want to eat, and everything you do eat you would happily order again. There aren't many truly great restaurants in London, at least not yet, but there's one spot in Soho that I've spent far too much time and money in over the last year and which still, despite the explosion of quality all around it, has the capacity to surprise and delight every time.




Bob Bob Ricard is my Restaurant of the Year because I've just had too many brilliant times there in the last year for it not to be. I've taken friends, family and colleagues for lunch, dinner, aperitifs and digestifs, and it has not once put a foot wrong. If you were to attempt to describe the look of the place you might begin with something like "Russian-American bistro crossed with Orient Express dining car" but in truth, the singular design vision of owner/managers Leonid Shutov and Richard Howarth (aided and abetted by interior designer David Collins) is like nothing that has appeared in London before or since - it's a marble-clad, velvet-lined palace of pleasure, a surrealist wonderland where - brilliantly - there are no bad tables (everyone has a booth) and illuminated "Push for Champagne" buttons attract the attention of waiters clad in pastel pink and waitresses in sky blue.


The menu makes equally attractive viewing. The Russian influence is reflected in items like the Zakuski Taster Plate, a bijou arrangement of jellied ox tongue, truffled Russian salad and the like, accompanied by frozen vodka in a crystal shot glass. Pelmeni are a silver bowl of beef & pork dumplings served with sour cream, and if you've ever wondered what caviar tastes like and didn't have the hundreds of pounds to throw at places like Caviar House, £25 gets you a taster portion of 12g of genuine Sturgeon roe served in a pearl-like glass pot. The attention to detail - and whatever you think about spending £25 on 12g of anything, the value - is admirable.


BBR's inexhaustible drive for invention and re-invention has created some truly memorable signature dishes that you can't get anywhere else in London. The lobster burger, for example, is a whole breaded, fried tail of lobster in a brioche bun, presented hilariously with the shelled end of tail poking out of the side to let you know which end to eat from. Venison steak tartare is in danger of sounding like something you might be able to find elsewhere until you notice it comes with the option of 10g of sturgeon caviar dumped on top for an extra £15 (either version is superb). And Chateaubriand for one is another dish unique to BBR - the single-portion version of this usually two-person cut down to the sourcing of beef from special miniature cows. You couldn't make it up.


Of course, none of this style and spectacle comes cheap, but BBR is not a place where you ever feel like you're being taken advantage of. The extra rhubarb gin and tonic, the extra dollop of caviar, the irresistible second push of the Champagne Button, they're all good ideas at the time, and it's why a quick pit-stop on the way back from Oxford Circus can so easily leave you staggering out onto Beak Street at midnight, £70 lighter with your pockets stuffed full of complimentary chocolate truffles. It's a place in which to lose yourself, to eat and drink and ignore the problems of the world for a few precious moments. And that, in a sugar-coated nutshell, is why it's my favourite restaurant of 2012.

Honourable mentions

In no particular order, these ten other places have shown me joy and fun times in the last year:

Duck and Waffle on Bishopsgate, and not just for the stunning views - the food is always worth the journey.
José, Bermondsey. There's still no finer Spanish tapas joint in London, and there is plenty of competition.
Tonkotsu, Soho. The signature dish is unmatched in town, a thing of pure and balanced beauty.
Burger & Lobster, Soho, Mayfair and Farringdon. Lobster and chips, £20. Lobster and chips, £20. No matter how many times you say it, it doesn't get boring. Lobster and chips, £20.
MeatLiquor, MeatMarket and MeatMission, Fitzrovia, Covent Garden and Shoreditch. Still the best at this kind of thing.
Tramontana, Shoreditch. The fourth restaurant by the Spanish food specialists manages to be as impressive as ever.
Rita's Bar and Dining, Dalston. Good value, delicious and inventive American comfort food. The hipsters never had it so good.
Lima, Fitzrovia. Finally fulfilling the promise made by other lesser joints that Peruvian fine dining was worth getting excited about.
Patty and Bun, Marylebone. Doing almost everything right when it comes to burgers.
Tayyabs, Whitechapel. Well it had to be in here somewhere didn't it.

Dishonourable mentions

Of course it wasn't all good news.

Chooks, Muswell Hill. A concept and franchise opportunity in search of food worth eating.
Jamie's Italian, Union Jacks, Barbecoa, Fifteen, various places. Will people please stop giving this man money to open restaurants. He's rubbish at it.
BRGR.co, Soho. The exception that proves the rule - the one new burger joint in Soho not worth bothering with.
Skylon, Southbank. The kind of thing we desperately need a lot less of.
Pret a Manger, EAT!, pod, etc. etc., fucking everywhere. For making London worse.

There we are then, and whether or not you agree with all, any or none of the above, I hope you had a good 2012 and you'll find enough of interest to keep reading. Feel free to nominate your own best and worst in the comments - as ever, this blog would be nothing without discussion, disagreement, argument, and finely-tuned lunacy. And you can be sure there'll be plenty more of all that to come in 2013. Happy New Year.

Bob Bob Ricard photos courtesy of the extraordinarily talented Paul Winch-Furness, via the BBR website. Photos of Medlar and l'Enclume are mine. As you can probably tell.

18 comments:

Tony S said...

Nice post Chris. Did you get a new camera for Christmas?

Did you eat at Upstairs at the Ten Bells? If so, what did you think?

Gina said...

yes, i'm with you on your honourable mentions (the ones I've been to). must check out patty & bun ASAP. bit over tapas right now so tramontana will have to wait.
MONKEY FINGERS

Tony S said...

Sorry just saw your camera note

Caviar_girl said...

great post! I agree re your honourable mentions especially D&W, love that place. BBR i enjoyed, the caviar on the tartar was just amazing..although never found a special reason to go back!

Jenbo2610 said...

I agree with it all and it makes me even more desperate to go to BBR. However I do disagree with Barbecoa. We went, had an amazing table, amazing service and loved the food. I think Union Jacks looks pretty poor tho.

Mr Noodles said...

Totally agree with your opinion of BBR. Two words sum up its excellence for me: lobster mash.

Chris Pople said...

Tony S: Yes did eat at 10 Bells. Loved it, and their popup at Frank's the previous summer, but for some reason just never got round to writing it up. Looking forward to the Clove Club at Shoreditch Town Hall too.

whatsforteatonightdear said...

BBR's beef tea is heaven! Served with a poached quail's egg and little tiny pasta Bs and Rs [I've never checked if there twice as many Bs as Rs, but I wouldn't be surprised!]

Krista said...

Chris!! Your photos are beautiful!!

Veal Holstein FOREVER.

Krista

Lizzie Mabbott said...

It's been too long since I last ate at Bob Bob Ricard but I did have a couple of extraordinary nights in the cocktail bar there (waking up to find a £500 receipt was less good). I love the place with all my little heart.

Chris Pople said...

Krista: Not mine, sadly :) See note.

Lizzie: £500. Just the two of you, then?

Alfred Mäö34- said...

Do you really think the food at BBR is good?

It was years ago they had talent in the kitchen, the stories that previous chefs have told about their frozen meats, frozen chicken, cheap tinned sweet corn in mash made out of tasteless potatoes...list goes on.

Love the place, beautiful and a real treat to be in, but food is vile – and no chef who has worked there would argue. Not to speak of the horrendous wine list with all champagnes being sugary mass market tax free juice. Would never press that button.

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Chris Pople said...

Alfred: Of course I think the food's good - I wouldn't have made it my restaurant of the year just based on the nice interiors. I love everything I've eaten there, from the stuff I've mentioned above to the incredible veal holstein, the house burger, the steaks, the desserts, everything. And I think you're the only person in the universe to describe Pol Roger (their house fizz) as "sugary mass market tax free juice".

Lela said...

I think I could cry. This is a mind-blowing foodie list. 10 points.

xo,
Lela - www.LelaLONDON.com

Hotel Designers said...

Mouth-watering dishes! :) Thank you for sharing your impressive food-tasting journey last year. Please do share more experiences through this blog.

ED said...

Oh dear. I've really enjoyed your blog over the last year, but we clearly have very different expectations. I have only eaten at BBR once because it was such a disappointment. The food was very very average, and the wine was bad. The service and venue are great, but it's not quite enough for me. Maybe it's changed, maybe I should give it another try, but I'm not rich enough to go somewhere that expensive on the chance that it might not be bad again.
Speaking of expensive, you've also honourably mentioned D&W, which I guess is OK, but the food is a mass of style over substance, the cocktails are gimmicky and the service is shambolic. I racked up my biggest ever restaurant bill there and still went home hungry.
As I say, I really like your blog, but can we get a warning when you were drunk or distracted by pretty lights or something?

Tea Portland said...

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