Candlelit at night and with a haunting Dickensian vibe, Andrew Edmunds is a permanently packed, deeply romantic old world Soho institution—though it could be larger, less creaky underfoot, and the reclaimed church-pew wooden bench seats more forgiving. Tucked away behind Carnaby Street in a dark and atmospheric 18th-century Soho townhouse, it's a cozy favorite with the Soho media elite that come for the hand-scribbled, fixed-price lunch menus and the historic vibe. Keenly priced starters and mains draw on the tastes of Ireland, the Med, and Middle East. Harissa-spiced mackerel, woodcock on toast, seafood paella, and Herdwick lamb shanks with mash and broccoli are hale and hearty. Desserts like warm treacle tart or bread-and-butter pudding offer few surprises, but the wine's superb and the mark ups reasonable.
Mar 27, 2008
I was disappointed with my first and only visit to Andrew Edmunds. I did not have a problem with the cramped seating arrangements as we were a group of four good friends looking forward to an evening out. My problem was with the service and the food. The welcome was warm and we were seated quickly. Orders were taken and the first course came promptly. The range of wine was excellent and good advice was given. We then waited at least 40 minutes for
our second course to arrive. One order of scallops was almost raw. When this was pointed out to the staff, no apology was given and the comment was "So you would prefer them to be cooked more" as though it was our fault. The pasta in both orders of ravioli was much too thick and therefore rather unpleasant, and also arrived lukewarm - perhaps because of the long wait? One order of lamb was excellent, as was the dessert, and no complaints there. The problems with the food were basic and just showed a lack of attention and care in the kitchen. It could have been so easy to have made sure that everything was enjoyable but that enthusiasm was not there.