Ah yes, Harrods: playground of the Heavenly Housewife. You wouldn’t believe how many places there are to eat inside this one department store. I really haven’t even scratched the surface… but don’t worry, I will.
First, let me give you my views on fish and chips: I adore them. However, I do not like it when I can actually taste the oil. Unfortunately, this is often the case. Harrods, I am happy to announce, does a good fish and chips. But before I go any further, let me tell you about the Harrods’ Sea Grill. Harrods has several rooms of food halls. In the room which sells the most beautifully displayed fresh fish, caviar, and other georgous sea creatures, lives the Sea Grill. It looks a bit like a bar. There is not that much seating available. Luckily, however, there was room for one uber fab housewife (oui, c’est moi daaaaalhings).
One of the first things I noticed when I sat down was a lovely scent of saffron. I couldn’t exactly see where it was coming from. However, I was avidly watching what was being served to whom (and so were the other patrons, by the way… I wasn’t the only nosy parker in the joint, it seemed). I think the smell of saffron was coming from an incredible looking bouillabaisse. It was either that, or the fish tagine, which was a summer edition to the menu. Both were so beautifully presented. You could almost feel the intake of breath of the other diners as someone got their mains. They looked absolutely incredible. I was totally second guessing my order for fish and chips. Still, it was fish and chips that I came for, and it was fish and chips I was determined to have.
The fish and chips were as nicely presented as fish and chips probably could be. The fish was lovely. It had a crispy exterior, and a very soft and cloud like interior. I was given two pieces. The fries were very nice, they came in a little grease proof paper envelope that said “Harrods” on it. They were not amazing or anything, they were just good old fries, and I enjoyed them. This was served with tartar sauce and a wedge of lemon. It was all offered on a very cute plate with a fish painted on to it. Oh, and guess what? At the end of the meal they give you a hot damp lemon scented cloth to wipe your greasy mitts off with. What other fish and chips place does that happen at? So, what does fish and chips and a bottle of coke cost at Harrods? The bill came out to £25. Don’t scoff daaaaahlings. It was fun, and what is a better use of money than getting a bit of enjoyment out of it?
Would I go to Harrods’ Sea Grill again? Absolutely! I’m planning on it, in fact. Next time though, I must have that tagine or bouillabaisse. I want people to look at the pretty housewife and gasp at her gorgeous food (nobody gasped at my fish and chips, which is a bit of a downer). I won’t even stick out my tongue at all the jealous diners. How’s that for manners?
