The Goring restaurant review

My friend’s Roasted best end of Romney Marsh Lamb with rosemary jus was equally euphoric - carved at the table by one of those lovely, lovely waiters, plated beautifully on a mound of greens, with a side of dauphinoise and a thick drizzle of jus and mint sauce - it tasted like the best bits of the best roast lamb ever cooked, combined on one beautiful plate. In fact, the next day when recalling the meal, I started fantasising about returning that very day for the lamb, in what would have been the most extravagant Sunday roast ever. I resisted, somehow.

After tussling over the very real, very difficult struggle of ‘cheese or dessert?’, we both went for desserts. My pistachio sponge with the newest of the new season’s forced rhubarb was as visually spectacular as it was delicious. The sponges, which resembled vibrant moss (look up ‘siphon gun sponge’ if you want your mind blown) were light and nutty, and provided a great pillowy accompaniment to the tart, but delicate rhubarb. The baked custard was the star of the dish - utterly rich vanilla decadence.

My friend’s vanilla cheesecake was, of course, not your average cheesecake - fantastically light with little refreshing hits of nut and grape to end the meal.

After all of this richness, food as rich and elegant as the people surrounding us, we supped down some incredibly potent Calvados, gobbled down some incredible petit fours and reflected on the scene. Yes, if you’re not used to it, the old-school air of the place may feel intimidating. But after 5 minutes, you are put at ease by lovely staff who are just as used to mere mortals who don’t quite know how to use a fish knife, as they are pouring bazillion pound champers to regulars.

They are true experts at combatting social anxiety, and will endlessly adapt to make you feel like everything’s great - like true professionals. This is the antithesis of some more ‘relaxed’, hipster places I have visited, where the attitude is ‘If you don’t know why this is good, you don’t deserve to be here’, which has produced some of the most miserable dining experiences I have ever experienced.

In short then, give it a go. Go and be spoilt - enjoy the brilliant food, enjoy the lovely staff, and enjoy peeking into this world. It’s pure escapism, and it’s great.