I have been invited many fine times to the proper type of British club in the city, but on this mild mid-Winter trip to the UK, I was finally able to slouch on one of the comfortable couches at George (no link to ensure exclusivity?) and dine on some fine morsels with friends in the intimacy of a private club, rather than a restaurant, in central London.
According to members, THE George is widely known as an exclusive spot in a nice part of town (I agree) and the owner does traffic in the right circles (owner also has the spots Annabels, Harry's and Mark's). . . the only offensive thing about the place is that it is described as a "Nantucket-Style Brasserie". I mean, what does that even signify? Does anyone from the US, particularly from Nantucket, know what they are getting at?
They certainly don't, so I will help them:
Upon entering The George, one feels very comfortably at home; not the snobbish "city club" feel you have in NYC or Chicago, but more like the "trendy group of friendly folks" vibe you get at Casa Tua in Miami (with shorter men and women). . . . The high-end bar food is delicious; lightly friend whitefish, mini-burgers, frites and tartare all well-executed, and, in keeping with its private club nature, the service is discreet, friendly and "punctual" (in that my glass was never dry).
If the proprietor Mark forgave my review of above, I would probably join this fine establishment to maintain an uncompromising spot to host friends and clients in the London scene; however, I don't know if I could make the mark of this exclusive enclave, and so remain anonymous to preserve my blog's integrity :)
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