The Artist Residence in the heart of London
November 6, 2017
If you like quirky but luxurious, look no further, The Artist Residence is a superb choice. This hip hotel has just a few individually styled rooms and suites, all extremely comfortable and varying in size, but all offering the best in in-room delights, treats and novelties. The linen is sumptuous and the bathroom goodies are fab.
We arrived at this wonderful little hotel with aching feet and bags full of shopping, and to be greeted so warmly and shown to our gorgeous room was most welcome. Our room was not the biggest, but it was thoughtfully designed, ensuring maximum use of limited space. The bed was soft and inviting, we found it difficult to leave, but leave it we did. We sauntered downstairs to the basement Clarendon Cocktail Bar, where we enjoyed some delicious and highly intoxicating signature cocktails. Prepared by the fantastic resident mixologist, in a dark a sultry space full of weird and wonderful pieces of art, red leather bar stools and marine lamps of a bygone era.
Feeling completely relaxed now following our movie inspired cocktails, Kill Bill and Titanic, we ventured back up the stairs to The Cambridge Street Restaurant, where our table was waiting for us. The atmosphere was buzzing; raucous laughter and the chink of glasses engulfed the entire dining room.
We opted to sit at the bar, where we could watch the chefs at work in the open kitchen. Head chef Elliot, had complete control of his team. Calm, cool and organised. Not at all what we’re used to seeing on TV cookery programmes, there was no swearing or flinging of dodgy dishes! It was impressive, and Elliot has a true passion for his fine cuisine, the presentation being as important as the flavours presented.
We spent a good few hours mulling over the menu, indulging in a super bottle of wine and devouring the amazing feast Elliot and his team prepared for us. The attention to detail for the service as well as the food was second to none.
We decided to go with the head Chefs recommendations, since he was the best person to take advise from. So I had the Tuna Tatami with pineapple and avocado, wasabi, sesame and coriander, while my husband enjoyed the quail with foie gras, sweetcorn, kohlrabi, sunflower granola and pine oil. But, of course we both did a little swap half way through in order to perfectly experience both dishes and were pushed to say which was our favourite. The tuna was soft and delicious, seasoned to perfection and partnered with the pineapple was simply divine. The quail and foie gras also delivered in every way, our tastebuds were now on high alert, we had a little digestive break to fully appreciate our main courses.
My husband chose the cod and sea vegetables with new potatoes, cucumber, ver jus beurre blanc and I had the most delicious mouth watering sirloin steak, served with Anya potato, tender stem broccoli, malted shiitake mushrooms and a smooth smoked anchovy butter. Oh my, how we loved these dishes, the fish was so fresh and flaky and the beurre blanc was a delightful accompaniment, making it a most fulfilling dish. I decided on the sirloin as I hadn’t enjoyed a good steak in rather a long time and I was in the mood for meat, it melted in the mouth, and it was like cutting through butter, but the flavour was absolutely delectable.
Would we have room for dessert? Of course we would. Elliot decided I was most definitely a chocolate person and persuaded us to chose his most popular sweet, I have to say neither of us took much persuading. We enjoyed the famous chocolate mousse and sweet banana and lime with salted caramel ice-cream, to say we’d died and gone to Heaven would be an understatement, the mousse was light and rich and the ice-cream fabulous.
The evening was not quite over for us yet, we decided to take coffee downstairs in the cocktail bar, but once down there the atmosphere was so electric we just ordered a couple more cocktails. Eventually we made our way upstairs to our lovely room, sleep came quickly.
Sunday morning traditionally a lie -in for most, so of course we indulged in that little tradition too. Breakfast was beckoning though, so down we went at 10:30 ish! Fresh orange juice and strong coffee were the order of the day followed by freshly cooked Full English, sausages, mushrooms, eggs, black pudding, bacon and toast, how did we squeeze that in after last nights fabulous feast? But we did and it set us for a day of sight seeing. It was delicious, and we sat and perused the Sunday papers with more coffee and orange juice. The locals love this restaurant for their Sunday morning brunch too and we could see why, the relaxed ambience is just exactly what Sundays are made for.