Knowing how good the food was, I decided to forgo breakfast in order to make sure I could fully appreciate the experience. By 1.30pm, I was starving which normally makes me act like a crack addict gone cold turkey and happy to bite anyone and everyone's head off. Fortunately for everyone involved, the staff didn't give me any reason too. They were all chatty, charming and extremely friendly.
The dining room is sleek. The tables are spaced strangely far apart, which is quite a nice change. Like every other restaurant in London, they've decided to go table cloth-less. Like every other in restaurant in London, they don't have the table quality to be able to do that. No table cloths means you must have tables that will not scratch or chip. Only three months and the table was visibely scratched. Not enough to offend the average person but this is my pet peeve.
The Boyfriend thought his Taffety Tart was good, which it was but after trying mine (the ultimate sign I am a good person I actually gave him a bite), he conceeded that the Tipsy Cake was better.
Lunch at Dinner had one downside, I realized my future career of presenting, Man vs Food, was a lost cause. Being so full that I almost fell into a food coma and had to be rolled down the steps of the Mandarin Oriental, I knew I could never take the place of Adam Richman as I once hoped. It was all worth it though.
The Bill came to around £200, which included a bottle of wine for around £80, and a £15 pot of tea (The Boyfriend's expensive taste - not mine).