Mostly a bucket list check-off for us as their claim is the "oldest restaurant in London". Supposedly Charles Dickens had a person favorite table. As expect the prices are high, the food was OK, service, can't complain. Again it was for the experience. There was a Beefeater doorman, nice touch but don't try to tip him. Across the street is the apartment that Voltaire used while in exile from France. (according to a little plaque on the wall).
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