Forty Dean Street
Roll up, roll up, I gots a tasty lil’ Italian eaterie for you, right in the heart of Soho to check out!
Forty Dean Street has been open on, well, Dean Street (does what it says on the tin really) for TWENTY years and stone the crows, I’d never noticed it was there. WELL this all changed when I was invited down t’other week to check out their menu along with a bevy of other bloggers and instagrammers.
Cold prosecco in hand, we sat down and obviously began taking photos of everything because, hashtag that basic blogger lyf <3 . Despite being there with a bunch of rowdy bloggers rather than a hot date, the whole place is suuuper romantic. All candles, and red wine and big sexy wine glasses (you know, those ones that make you pour VERY generously and whoops is that the end of the bottle already?).
We were then presented with a range of starters from the menu and, in true Italian family style, tucked in and shared everything. Boards of meats, with creamy buffalo mozzarella and grilled artichokes, big fat olives, fluffy foccacia with golden olive oil, crunchy bruschetta topped with garlic, basil and chopped fresh tomatoes, and the most beeeeautiful meaty tiger prawns in a cherry tomato and white wine sauce. WHISTLES WHETTED.
More Italian fare made its way from the kitchen to my stomach with the arrival of the main courses. We drooled over lobster ravioli in a creamy bisque sauce, a seafood linguine made with brandy sauce (sounds weird, tastes buff) and honey roasted lambchops with crushed mustard potatoes. YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
All through dinner our glasses were kept full to the brim with wine and the staff were amazingly helpful. Even bringing out a round of these as a palette cleanser…(side note- this is probably the start of the reason I didn’t end up getting home until 3am this night. ON A SCHOOL NIGHT TOO! YIKES BRENNAN WHO D’YA THINK YOU ARE).
At this point, we were all groaning in delightful food comas, but of course we all enrolled the services of our ‘dessert stomachs’ to sample the beautiful platter of Italian puds that came wending through the restaurant to us. I can’t tell you what they were (mainly because WINE lol) but they were all BLOODY BEAUTIFUL.
I abbbbbbsolutely loved Forty Dean Street, the food was delicious, the service impeccable and the atmosphere bustly and twinkly. They also do a stonkingly good value set menu throughout the week which I will definitely be checking out as a pre-theatre dinner at some point soon.
Thanks to all at Forty Dean Street and Salt PR for such a wonderful evening!
I was a guest of Forty Dean Street but, as always, if I hadn’t enjoyed everything so blooming much, I wouldn’t have written about it!