Alfreds

Came here yesterday. It is a private members’ club and I’m informed that only a personal invitation to join from the owner will get you in. It’s fusty, deathly quiet and I suspect nothing much has changed since it was set up by Alfred Dunhill god knows when. I had dinner in a private room. The pigeon breast was amazing. The gnocchi was not; they were flat little patties; the like of which I have never seen before. Tasteless. The chocolate parfait was overpowering and disappointing. The portions were tiny. I wasn’t full, and I can’t imagine how the men were feeling. On the plus side, the service was excellent; unobstrusive and yet attentive.