This weekend was a Bank Holiday Weekend here in jolly old England, and I met my lovely friend Sally just outside Green Park for a lush and very chic breakfast/brunch/chat over many cups of coffee at the absolutely gorgeous and classic London staple The Wolseley. “What is this place?” you ask. I shall tell you! But, first I have to insist, very strongly, that you stop what you’re doing and go there now. Well, not so really now, but the very next time you have to eat breakfast and you want to feel fabulous, this is definitely a place to be.
Back to your first question. The Wolseley is a restaurant near Piccadilly Circus that has been open since 2003, but the building itself was built in the early 20th Century as an elaborate showroom for too-expensive cars that didn’t sell so the building was then turned into a bank. It’s an awesome cavern like space (which you would expect from a car dealership) and there are lots of spiral staircases and smaller rooms which is where we sat and which I am thankful for as the middle room is huge, and as I was walking through it kind of reminded me of that scene in Titanic where they’re in the dining room and it’s so loud and hustle bustle. Continue reading
