Wednesday, 19 March 2014
The Belmont nose-bag was duly attached for a jolly good prawn cocktail; followed by Norwegian chicken, a sort of chicken breast stuffed with salmon in a mustard sauce and duchesse potatoes.
My plate was very hot (!). Fear not, dear readers, the Belmont hands are akin to asbestos.
I think Michelangelo is underrated. I've been darkening their door for a few decades; service remains good; and overall standards are most acceptable.
The clientele is generally respectable and international. They're tardiness in bringing the bill, though, is exemplary.