The Cinnamon Club was massively disappointing. Highlights included paying £30/person for
Butter Chicken, made with anorexic chicken legs and completely forgetting to
bring out one of our mains. But lets
start at the beginning...
My husband had chosen to go there to celebrate his birthday
and I was looking forward to it. I’m not
actually a huge fan of Indian food, but he introduced me to our local Noor
Jahan, which has amazing butter chicken, so when he wanted to go to The Cinnamon
Club, I was excited.
I arrived, told the reception it was my husband’s birthday
and sat in the bar area which was overly lit with florescent lights. I was told I was the first in our party to
arrive and after I ordered my Cosmo (there are no vodka based cocktails on
their menu) I waited ages. Turns out my
mother in law had in fact arrived before me and was waiting at the table. She eventually found me along with my husband
and my drink still hadn’t arrived.
We moved into the dining room which has better lighting and
looks like a library. We brought our drinks (which by then had thankfully shown
up, and were very good) to the table and I discreetly told the waitress it was
my husband’s birthday and we would like some kind of cake with candles at the
(Sorry for the mid bite pic! I was so hungry!)
Our starters came out quickly. I had the crisp spinach, which was like
spinach tempura and potato chips. It
wasn’t the best choice. My husband had
the lamb escalope which was the best out of everything we ordered and my MIL
had the lobster which was also fairly tasty.
Then came the disaster of a main course. I was really looking forward to this
expensive butter chicken. There was gold
leaf on the potato balls, and I think that’s where the cost came from, because
they certainly didn’t splurge for actual chicken, just the leftover spindly
legs. There was no meat on them. So I filled up on rice and naan. I had also
ordered the roast cauliflower. That
never showed up and we were so disappointed with the chicken, we decided not to
bother asking for it.
The banana tarte I had for dessert was okay. What wasn’t okay was when my MIL went to the bathroom and the waitress came out and asked us when we would like the cake and candle for her birthday… in front of my husband. Face palm. I told her of the faux pas and she brought it out anyway for him, quite anticlimactically.
Bit sad, isn't it? Dessert isn't supposed to be sad.
If you want to risk it (and bring a wad of cash):
The Old Westminster Library
Labels: Butter Chicken, Dinner, Indian Food, London, Naan, Restaurant Review, The Cinnamon Club, Westminster