Lunch at Coq d'Argent, London

Ladies, if you want to husband hunt some City boys, this place is for you. 

Okay, so it wasn’t actually a husband hunt. The girls wanted to get out and meet some new people (aka nice guys). Now there’s many different types of boys in London, and the first species we planned to encounter was city boys, so this was the place for it. Coq d’Argent is somewhere I’ve always wanted to go, so I was more in it for the food, although Boy patted me on the head and wished me good luck on our venture. He’s lucky I’m not into white-nosed bankers.

Ming and I made our way to Cannon Street station and up the bright orange Coq d’Argent elevator.

It was one of those annoyingly half sunny days, but there wasn’t a chance in hell we were sitting inside.

There were heaters and sunlight outside and that’s all we needed. There were also tables surrounding us of city men, however men a little (a lot) out of an appropriate age range. They were clearly the bosses out for a leisurely ‘business’ lunch whilst the youngsters were being worked like dogs. Drats. There was one table that did make several attempts of contact with us, however we were definitely not those type of ladies.

Instead, we were ladies who lunched, our attention became 100% focused on the food. And drinks.

Frankie had ordered the most gorgeous cocktail (I can’t remember the name sorry sorry worst food blogger I know), and she was sweet enough to wait for me to arrive and take a cheeky picture before she drank it. This is why I love her.

My other favourite ladies were there too. G was on the white wine.

Alex was still hungover from the night before (yet look how adorable she still is), and stuck to water.

I was proud of Ming as she ordered a Thai Sensation. I have encouraged her alcohol consumption from nil to just a little bit and I feel this has benefitted her wellbeing. Cocktails make everyone happy.

That’s right, Ming, drink those worries away. (I hope no one takes me too seriously by the way, I clearly chat shit and I’m in no way saying alcohol will benefit you and will solve your problems. Only sometimes).

G had already ordered a bottle of white so I decided to join her on that. Never leave a woman hanging.

Food-wise, I had no idea what to expect. It was a beautiful place, and everything seemed to fit the bill so far, but you never know. The food was excellent. Frankie and I both ordered the Yellow Fin Tuna Steak with Grilled Provencale Veg, Pesto and Black Olive Oil, and it was cooked to absolute perfection.

To be honest, I would have been piiiiisssed off if it wasn’t for the amount it cost, so I was a happy girl.

Ming got the Hot Cherry Wood Smoked Salmon, Green Lentil Salad and Salsa Verde. After we’d finished, she said how good it was and noted how she kept quiet so she didn’t have to share. What a sneaky little one.

Alex and George both got the Half Chicken, Sumac, Chilli and Roasted Provencal. The half chicken was a big mama for little ladies like us. It looked so good as well. Dammit, I should have ordered that. Alex and Georgie couldn’t demolish the whole thing though, so they encouraged me to try it. It would have been rude to decline such a generous offer.

The manhunt had failed. Actually, it was more like an aborted mission. Next time, ladies, next time.

And for all you Londoners out there, their gardens is now open for the summer! After-work drinks, anybody?

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