Kensington Place on Kensington Church Street is a restaurant I've passed by many, many times and I have of course watched the people through the big glass windows. Just like I'm sure they have watched me. It's not a place where you eat alone, even though I don't think they would mind. Restaurants seldom do, even though they sometimes place single women in the corner next to the kitchen door. Guess it might scare off the guests with a woman dining by herself... A reason why I love travelling solo in France. They treat me like a lady where ever I come. Alone or with company I'm a customer and deserve to be treated well.
So when it was time to show my friend Suss what I love in London, Notting Hill was of course one of the places and Kensington Place the choice for dinner our first evening out. Running late and slightly tipsy after a drink at The Churchill Arms. A drink that went straight to the head (that's what happens when you get up at 4 am and hardly eat nothing all day) we arrived just as the sun started to set. First we almost entered the fish shop on the corner and giggled some more before finding the correct door.

While waiting for our starters we couldn't help but looking at a woman in her late 50's or early 60's having dinner with a man at least 25 years her junior. And no, it wasn't her son. You don't rub your foot all over your son's leg working your way up to his crotch... She was wearing big sunglasses all through their meal even though the restaurant turned down the lights halfway through our meal. Maybe she was someone famous?!

The crab risotto arrived very quickly as well, but I got quite disappointed. Yes, seafood risotto shouldn't be as creamy and rich as other risottos, but the rice shouldn't be chewy almost hard and taste from the salty bullion. The crab meat was very nice, even though quite salty as well. Not good and we actually left half of it. Very rare for me since I love risotto, but on the other hand I have become quite picky to how it's cooked.

We had a great dinner catching up on things and the wine was very nice, but still they could have done better both on food and service. So even though I don't like saying it I was a bit disappointed. A sign that the food truly was salty was that we probably gulped down half a litre of water each before going to bed. And that was not because of having too much wine. We were just plain thirsty.
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