New Street Grill, Liverpool Street
The New Street Grill is situated right in the heart of Square Mile territory, next door to Liverpool Street Station and in the Old Bengal Warehouse (originally used by the East India Company). But when Saturday brunch comes around the City Boys have disappeared, and the atmosphere is low-key and welcoming. The décor is elegant and contemporary; exposed brickwork, restrooms hidden behind floor to ceiling mirrors, and the dim lighting is sympathetic to the hangover you’re likely to be arriving with. Eat al fresco on the terrace (under a heater) – it’ll evoke memories of luxurious lunches from City breaks past.
The brunch menu encompasses an array of breakfast and lunch options: you can kick off with the blueberry crumpet and move on to the rump steak. At two courses for £20 the set menu represents excellent value. This is primarily a grill and the minute steak was delicious – perfectly cooked to melt in the mouth. For a more conventional brunch option the duck Egg Benedict was also tasty – served on a crisp muffin with perfect Hollandaise.
The bottomless prosecco adds an X-Factor. This is a must: the staff are delightfully attentive in re-filling glasses and by the end of the first course you’ll be wondering why you don’t drink fizz at lunchtime every day. As you linger over those refills order dessert – the bread and butter pudding with honeycomb ice cream is an indulgent, sugary and salty confection. Finish with coffees, served with an artistic selection of sweet treats.
This is probably one for the spontaneous celebration of a successful previous night and would work perfectly if you want to keep the fun going. By the time you’ve put away a few glasses of prosecco you might be ready to do it all again. As a straight daytime date option this would be a bold and possibly inspired gambit – who knows where you might get to by 4pm? If it’s cocktail hour by the time you’re thinking about making your exit, well then there’s the Old Bengal Bar adjoining the restaurant and it’d be rude not to have one.
The terrace was entirely populated by gangs of girls gossiping – as a couple you might feel slightly conspicuous (until the second refill).
3. Not bad for a lunchtime.