60 Hope Street

Sue and John Roberts (17 June 2009)

We have been dining at this restaurant since it opened and can honestly say the food and service has been consistently good. On the lst of June our daughter was married at 60 Hope Street and it was the perfect day! On entering the venue the room and tables were beautifully dressed with a wonderful atmosphere created by the organisers. The attention to detail of the whole day was outstanding. We were proud to present our guests to such a venue. The staff were attentive at all times. Our guests enjoyed the food and the excellent care provided. We couldn't have asked for more. I would highly recommend this venue to anyone thinking about having a wedding - you will not be disappointed.

Barnes (28 March 2009)

It was bitterly disappointing for a meal which cost £90! The food at 60 Hope Street isn't in the same league as most fine dining establishments. I asked for medium dry house white; ended up with £17 bottle of something far sweeter and cheap tasting, Blue Nun sprung to mind. Starters of two duck samosas at £8 were boring, dry, no taste of duck, no better than a supermarket-bought version. Then it was the monkfish with ginger and red lentil puree, the fish was fine but the puree was extremely bland and couldn't see how it belonged on the same plate. For mains the salmon with Southport shrimp risotto was a complete waste of a good piece of fish, apparently no seasoning whatsoever on the salmon and served on a forgettable risotto. Two bland fish offerings on the same plate - not good. The Cumberland lamb at £18, I was expecting a substantial tasty bit of prime lamb, instead I got a fan of 4 domino-sized pieces of meat which tasted more like offal than lamb.

The vegetable sides, which had to be ordered separately were also not up to scratch; parsnips were still crunchy; a species of broccoli which was 90% woody and inedible; four new potatoes at over £3, the first of which turned out to be black in the middle, the rest went untouched. My partner found the dessert of ginger pudding with rhubarb ice cream almost inedible. Saved the worst for last! The fried jam sandwich with carnation milk ice cream was like an oversized frozen supermarket doughnut which was raw in the middle, served on a bed of randomly shopped strawberries that looked as if they'd been prepared by an infant. A small scoop of ice cream, plain vanilla as far as I could tell, was completely disproportionate to the 'jam doughnut'. The service was overly attentive; wine kept away from table and glasses filled so regularly, it felt intrusive.

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