The forest of farringdon
restaurants is a bewildering and sometimes
disappointing place to graze. Stars there are in abundance but it
pays to beware of the donkeys hiding, ready to bite the unsuspecting
wanderer. So it's was relief more than anything that characterised my
feelings on leaving the Bleeding Heart Bistro on a bitter January
evening. Pre dinner and the
portents were not good. We were
a large party and we'd been asked to help the beleaguered chefs by
booking two separate tables. Not a problem but just a vague
concern in the back of my evening planning mind. Gathering the
troops at a single time and place was always going to be an issue
but at least there's an embarrassment of bars in the area so no
problems there either. Once we arrived in Bleeding Heart Yard and
located the Bistro entrance everything went perfectly. The
service was swift, efficient and as french as the classic bistro
menu. The wine was fine, the food was faultless if not
exceptional but most importantly there was just no fuss. We
arrived, we dined, we paid the bill. No struggles, no whinges, no
aggravation whatsoever. Perfect.
Food 8/10
Service 8/10
Atmo 8/10
Vege 6/10
Alco 7/10
Total 74%