Fine dining French restaurant in Chiswick.
The restaurant has a lovely view of Acton Green. And while it’s on a relatively busy road with cars & frequent buses in front – it has a really nice surburby feel to it.
Lovely place, lovely food, and great service!
Inside the restaurant
Fresh warm bread, with sardine butter.
The sardine butter was a bit too fish for my liking, but the bread was delicious
Amouse bouche : duck liver pate with pickle.
Hubby’s starter : Smoked Eel, Baby Beetroot, Watercress, Horseradish Blinis
Hubby really enjoyed the smoked eel.
He’s not normally a big fan of beetroot, watercress, horseradish, or blinis. So I’m not sure why he ordered this lol
My starter : Red Wine Poached Pear, Roquefort, Endive, and Walnut Salad
What a beautiful combination.
You can really taste the wine on poached pear, and I love blue cheese (in small quantities) and endive.
Lovely gentle crunch from the walnuts.
Hubby’s main : Black Gate Rump, Pepper Sauce, Pomme Frites
The steak is cooked perfectly – look at the grill marks!
Peppery creamy sauce is delicious – I kept reaching over to dip his fries in it. Yum.
Them fries
My main : Confit Pork Belly, Honey Roasted Peach, and Barlotti Beans
Juicy & tender pork belly, pairs perfectly with roasted peaches.
The beans made it a bit too heavy, but the sauce is delicious.
Massive portion too. I almost couldn’t finish it.
Almost.
Pre-dessert : Mango Posset
Smooth & creamy, with strong mango flavour.
Nom nom nom.
Hubby’s dessert : Mango Sorbet
Tastes like the one we make at home – so it gets a thumb up
I was really craving Creme Brulee that day – and was really happy to see it on the menu.
However, the waiter misheard me and got me a “bavarois” instead
Maybe it’s my accent, maybe it’s his hearing. I didn’t want to make a fuss, so I ate it anyway.
The table next to us had their dessert served around the same time as ours – one of theirs was a Creme Brulee.
And the Creme Brulee looked amazing.
My husband wanted me to just order another Creme Brulee to calm my cravings, but it seemed like a waste.
I did spend the rest of the evening staring at the next table. At the Creme Brulee, to be specific.
So while I ate my dessert, I have no idea what it tasted like or if I even enjoyed it or not.
I worry about me sometimes.
Menu, location, etc: http://www.levacherin.com/
