The Mute Swan finally gets it’s voice…

Before you loyal and altogether lovely readers start to wonder if you’ve lost the plot, relax. You haven’t.

Or maybe you have, I don’t know, it’s been a long week and frankly, you do look ready for the weekend.

Anyway, yes I did write about the Mute Swan not too long ago and no I haven’t forgotten that. I just wanted to let you all know – namely because I know it’s been keeping you up at night – that on a return visit, the one thing that was missing from the first experience was there in bucketloads, namely fast, efficient and super friendly service. Now don’t misunderstand me here, on our first visit the service wasn’t unfriendly per se, it was just rather nervous and unsure, both of which I could empathise with but neither of which came off well.

Well this time, they simply knocked it out the park. As I raved so much about it last time, I’m not going to say it all again because repetition = snoozeville, however I will say this…

…setting and atmosphere? Splendid as before with an inviting and ‘thank-god-it’s-Friday-and-the-weekend’s-here’ buzz in the air.

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…food? Awesome and if possible, even better than last time with a gorgeously juicy bacon and cheese topped steak burger…

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ham, egg and chips built to satisfy the retro diner within us all or a Moby Dick sized portion of fish and chips to indulge in…

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…followed by dark chocolate, hazelnut praline tart with salted caramel ice cream or creme brulee and homemade shortbread…

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…versus homemade ice-cream or sticky toffee pudding to seal the deal with…

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There’s something so lovely about coming back to a place that was 75% of the way there last time but now has refined and improved themselves so much that going forward their only problem will be keeping the bar as high as they’ve undeniably set it now. If you fancy having your socks knocked off at a reasonable price in a great location – although that does sound scarily like something you’d see advertised in a Soho phone box – you really can’t beat this place, the bird that finally learned to sing.

Shouting loudly about beautiful food at the Mute Swan, Hampton Court…

Mothers Day Lunch. A chance to celebrate wonderful women across the globe and a chance for pubs and restaurants and bistros up and down the country to trot out the same tired, over used and outdated dishes on a set menu they’ll then charge you an extortionate amount for.

Knowing that this still sadly happens means the fact that some places are thankfully a million miles away from this makes me want to jump up and down and shout for joy from the rooftops. Unfortunately I’ve eaten so much sublimely perfect food this afternoon that this is a physical impossibility so instead I’ll have to cheer weakly from the sofa where the boy and I are now wedged in a rather unbecoming but super comfortable fashion…

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