Did a black cat join us for dinner? Does one have to be a millionaire to dine at the Savoy London (a 5 star hotel)? These questions might or might not be answered as you read this post 🙂 Or you can just look through the photos. Either way, thanks for being here! And I would LOVE to hear from you. If you leave a comment below you’ll totally make my day!
This summer Nick and I were elated to have visited London for the fourth time (but first time in warm weather!). One of our favorite cities in the world, London is a destination you can explore endlessly and keep finding something amazing, every time, everywhere you go. One of my recent discoveries is The Savoy London ( www.thesavoylondon.com). While this fabulous historic hotel has been there for 130 years, it was new to me and I fell in love! Nick and I were invited to partake in the ultimate Savoy experience: dinner at the famed Kaspar’s restaurant, followed by late night drinks, dessert and live music at the Thames Foyer. A four hour food/wine extravaganza and an unforgettable date night!
A few surprises awaited me at the Savoy London. First, the beauty and grandeur of the hotel. From the marble floors and the paintings on the walls to the floral arrangements, antique furniture and the ornate ceilings, The Savoy’s atmosphere is created to transport you to a another (fairytale-like) world. Which led me to the second surprise, the menu prices. Unless you order Dom Pérignon or Russian black caviar, your bill won’t be any higher than at any other quality restaurant in the city. The third surprise was dining with Kaspar the cat.
THE LEGEND OF KASPAR THE CAT:
(the restaurant manager told us Kaspar’s story as we sat down. While writing this blog, I found a great article on Kaspar on spectator.co.uk. and, instead of paraphrasing, copied it below (italicized) for your convenience. It’s not that I’m lazy – it’s just very well-written and quite informative, and it wouldn’t do any good if I tried to re-word it).
Apparently, in 19th century superstition said that bad luck would befall any dining party of 13. As the legend goes, in 1898 a South African mining magnate hosted a dinner at the Savoy, but a last-minute cancellation brought the group down to 13. Joel scoffed at talk of the first person to leave the table encountering bad luck, and to prove guests were talking nonsense he left first. On his return to Johannesburg he was promptly shot dead.
The Savoy decided that from then on they would never allow 13 diners to sit down again. For a while their solution was to seat a waiter with the party. But neither side was very happy with this arrangement: the hotel was a member of staff short, while the diners had to put up with a complete stranger in their midst. Not very relaxing, and useless if you wanted to talk confidentially.
Then in 1927 Basil Ionides came to the rescue. He was the designer who gave Hounslow West tube station its pink-and-cream ticket hall, but more relevantly he’d been commissioned by the Savoy to redecorate Pinafore, one of its private dining rooms. As well as completing this task, Ionides provided a solution to the ‘13’ problem: a black cat he’d sculpted out of a block of wood from a London plane tree. From then on, Kaspar — as the animal was christened — occupied the 14th chair, a napkin tied round his neck.
Winston Churchill became so fond of Kaspar that he had him at his table no matter how many guests were present. The cat briefly left the hotel during the second world war, courtesy of officers from the RAF’s 609 Squadron, who — having dined rather too liquidly — managed to smuggle him away. Kaspar lived for a while at their HQ in Lincolnshire, only returning to the Savoy after the intervention of an air commodore.
Parties of 13 can dine with the cat to this day, and he’s become something of a hotel mascot. Huge topiary versions of him stand outside the entrance, the River Restaurant has been renamed in his honour and even the Savoy’s cappuccinos are topped with his outline in chocolate.
So now you know! 🙂 And while Nick and I were a party of 2 and not 13, our lovely server (thanks, Rosaria!) asked if we’d like for Kaspar to join us. Needless to say, we said YES!!
… was FABULOUS! One of the many fun aspects of doing travel writing/restaurant reviewing is eating something I wouldn’t normally order because (as often is the case) the owners/managers are excited to share their signature dish or season’s special. This happened with Kaspar’s Best of Seas appetizer. While I would have never chosen a starter large enough for 4 hungry adults, I am so glad the manager (thanks, Patrick!) brought it because it was divine. It featured British & Irish Oysters, Keltic Seafare Scallops & Bering Sea King Crab, Mediterranean Prawns and, as if that wasn’t enough, Cornish Crab & Avruga Caviar. For a second appetizer (or what they call “intermediate plate” in Britain), Nick & I had Kaspar’s Signature Cornish Hen Crab & Native Lobster Bisque, followed by an Irish Black Angus Beef Fillet (cooked rare, of course!) for the main course. Afterwards, we proceeded to the Thames Foyer (just a few steps away) where we split a decadent house-made chocolate pastry, sipped on dessert wine and listened to a lovely jazz piano/vocal duo (they graciously sang my request, “Nature Boy” by Nat King Cole). And did I mention that Alden the sommelier brought different wine for each course throughout the evening? He sure did!
Below are my photos, replete with some artsy shots. I won’t apologize for my artsy shots, ever!! There can never be enough artsy shots of glasses of wine 🙂
Click on the first photo and then click “next”. I put captions under almost every photo.
The verdict? If there’s such a thing as food heaven, this place would be a contender. Everything was beyond delicious, the setting spectacular and the service extraordinary.
While our experience at The Savoy London was complimentary, all views and photos are entirely my own. I stand by every word – as always.
Have you ever been to Savoy London?
(When I was posting on social media about our evening one of my friends said his parents met at the American Bar at the Savoy, how cool is that?)
Do you have a favorite restaurant at an historic hotel (anywhere in the world)? Please let me know so I can mark it on GoogleMaps for future travels! Also.. if you find any typos, please let me know! I am obsessed with proper grammar and spelling but I also type too damn fast and sometimes simply space out:)