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December 14, 2012
It?s not many years ago that Roy Keane was decrying the prawn sandwich brigade who, he professed, preferred the hospitality of the corporate boxes to the pies and banter of the stands. How football has changed. This is no better evidence of this than at Stamford Bridge, where Abramovich?s millions are paid to celebrity footballers and Marco Pierre White? s restaurant attracts diners not to be found in the terraces gesturing at the opposition.
There is a nod to the footballer?s wives element of Chelsea in the Studio 54 feel of the place, created largely by an imposing gold glittered pillar reflected in the numerous mirrors. We were seated on a dark leather banquette in a cosy hub made more intimate by subdued lighting, allowing us to forget our proximity to the programme stands and enormous banners of Terry and Cole on display outside for the match day faithful.
The menu is so brief it suggests utter confidence in each dish, and does not fail to deliver. My choice of starter- asparagus with prosciutto and herbs, was light, refreshing and accompanied by a complimentary Prosecco which set it off beautifully. My partner opted for the fresh Cornish crab and this too was excellent ? rich, light and with a lovely accompanying herb mayonnaise. But vegetarians beware - the choice is limited to one starter and main, a somewhat lazy offering of tomato soup and vegetable lattice.
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