So I tortured my friend Arthur yesterday with some London Chinatown food... which of course gave him a taste of what I have to endure most of the year. Tonight I decided to make up for that and took him to St. Moritz in Soho. Been here once with Benedict and his brother already, this Swiss restaurant claims to be London's oldest Swiss restaurant. I knew that the portions were large, so I opted for just a two person portion of the wild mushroom fondue and some Rosti, with a rather good bottle of red wine to polish off the wonderful food. Mind you, it wasn't cheap, but how often do I get visitors from out of town right?
Hopefully that changed his mind about London eating...
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