Don’t worry if you don’t have the two and half grand yearly membership fee to hand – we’ve found a way into The Devonshire Club.
During the week it’s a if-your-names-not-down-you’re-not-getting-in kinda vibe. However the kind folk at this members only club fling the doors wide open come the weekend – and what beautiful doors they are. Located a stone’s throw from Liverpool Street station, the club is stunning. As well as the ground floor restaurant (complete with marble seafood bar), it’s also home to a ‘garden room’, numerous bars and plush hotel rooms (oh how we’d love to have had a nose around them). In fact, just the week before we’d been here for a sound bath class guided by wellness guru Jasmine Hemsley.
Anyway, we were back for The Devonshire Club’s latest offering – Sushi in the City.
Taking place every Saturday, the set menu is priced at £50 per person with the option of adding bottomless prosecco (£15) or Veuve Clicquot (!!!) (£30) In-house Sushi Chef extraordinaire, Victor Klomu has put on quite the spread. We began with a show-stopping selection of sushi and sashimi, before moving on to some of the most spectacular tempura we’ve ever had – think soft shell crab, courgette and Tenderstem broccoli all served with truffle ponzu dip. Next up was a comforting mini bowl of roast pork belly ramen topped with a soft boiled egg, tender pieces of miso blackened cod & their signature duck salad – a rainbow of colour with courgette ribbons, pomegranate jewels, coriander and red chilli.
It was a spectacular amount of food and the champagne didn’t stop flowing. We think our cheeky waiter was trying to get us drunk. Just when you don’t think you can eat another thing, out comes a pot of green tea and a trio of mochi. If you’re not familiar with this Japanese sweet treat, they’re little balls (here served on sticks) made from rice cake and stuffed with ice-cream. Trust us, much better than they sound – our favourite was the sesame, or maybe the matcha – actually we quite liked the lemon too.
If we weren’t careful (and we weren’t after a bottle of champagne), we could have forgotten we were in London – what with the chilled out Ibiza tunes playing in the background by live DJs.
Bottomless deals are two-a-penny in the capital nowadays – quite frankly we’d be surprised if free-flowing bubbles didn’t appear at brunch – but never have they been such a classy affair than at The Devonshire Club.