If you’ve inherited more assets that you can fathom, you’ve not seen a bank balance for 35 years and you think WIFI is a Chinese man, you are the lovely lady who frequents Sloane Square’s Partridges for breakfast and/or lunch.
Don’t get me wrong – I aim to be THAT lady, really I do. I respect these worldly wise ladies. But alas – my lifestyle is at best, one of a privileged student whose daily luxury is a bowl of Dorset Cereal (the nuts, the fruit, so natural, so delicious!).
Partridges is absolutely my heaven. I nip in and out regularly just to keep up with the Sloane-Squarians (I made up a name for them). So that I don’t get caught out in the conversation I just might have with the delicious young or middle-aged man I may or may not meet in Juju, if I get let in, if I go out on Thursday, or maybe a Friday? I tell you, such planning is essential! I speak from experience.
In all seriousness, Partridges are genuinely dedicated foodies which is why I love them. You’ll find fascinaing, original products like Korean black soy milk, Moroccan beer, Spanish tortilla, organic Newmarket sausages, and a huge selection of the smelliest cheeses… delicious.
They use their food very well in their cafe menu, for breakfasts and lunch. We chose the Scottish Smoked Salmon with sun-blush tomatoes, chillis, atlantic prawns and chives (£9.95) and the Hot Soup Of The Day (£5.95). A lovely light lunch. If you want something richer there are some beautiful meats – duck and beef sandwiches, and some unique French cheeses with quince.
If you fancy a change of scenery for a dessert, head (all the way) across the square to Patisserie Valerie for the finest French tarts, cakes and macaroons.
In my dream world, Partridges (in Sloane Square specifically rather than Gloucester Road) will be the place I go on a daily basis to pick up my beetroot infused salmon ad truffle honey, where everyone knows my name…..! One day my friends.
x The Whistler x