So, I happen to be a Google employee. Today we had a fire alarm (turned out to be a false one), and had to rush out of the building, just to find ourselves on the pavement of lovely Belgravia in a gorgeous London noon. While we were waiting for the situation to be cleared we strolled around a bit, and we thought we could try out Santini's, given our canteen is becoming somewhat boring, these last few months.
So we arrive at Santini's, four Google engineers in our "official uniform"... erh... that is our t-shirts and jeans. The restaurant is 95% empty, but the people at the entrance look at us with an expression ranging from an unconcealed bewilderment to a badly dissimulated contempt. In fact the few other customers are all in suits and costumes. A pretty unsympathetic waiter tells us that the terrace is all booked, and we'll have to sit inside.
While my naive and unsuspecting british friends cheerfully sit down and foretaste the meal, I can't help but remarking how blatant was the lie that we were served. Not only the terrace has not less than 20 tables empty, but I sure can recognize non-verbal messages exchanged between two italian waiters swiftly communicating to one another: "quick: we can't have people in t-shirts on the public view!". As it turns out, this is a pretty high-brow venue.
So, I'll make it brief: the restaurant is lovely (especially the large terrace, on a not very busy Belgravia road), with stucco walls and chairs with linings, low music, good light, zealous waiters (one almost jumped on me when I dared trying to pour myself some wine, saying "please", grabbing the bottle from my hands and pouring it by himself). Food is good to very good. We had a risotto + asparagus + taleggio + black truffle that was tasty, reasonably well "mantecato", fairly balanced in the tastes, but a little too fat. I then tried a special rabbit that was good but not unforgettable, and I watched my friends tasting spaghetti alla carbonara, chicken "alla diavola", and cotoletta alla milanese. At this point every italian would probably guess what I'm about to say: so a high-brow restaurant is serving spaghetti alla carbonara, pollo alla diavola and cotoletta alla milanese? Now, they must have been absolutely fantastic, because no italian restaurant would serve such everyday dishes except if they know they are producing sheer perfection.
Well, the truth is that it wasn't sheer perfection. The "cotoletta" was a little too dry (albeit good) - and no restaurant in the whole world, for classy and luxurious, should ask 26£ for a slice of breaded veal - the chicken a little too spicy (albeit good), the pasta was a little too thin and salty (albeit good). The wine, at 35 pounds per bottle, was a little unstructured (albeit good).
Ended up paying 60 pounds per person, for a 2 courses meal. Not worth it: for a little more I'd be treating myself at Gordon Ramsay's Maze, a couple of bus stops away. read more