Where are you going?

That's 'quo vadis' translated, for those wondering... Repeat after me: 'Caecilius est in horto'.

A little bit of food porn for you today - I've been super busy with work so thought it'd be nice to do a quick post about a recent lovely meal out I had with my usual culinary foragers, Mev and Amy. We only ended up in Quo Vadis, Soho, because Barrafina round the corner had a mahoosive queue (seriously, this 'no reservations' thing is SO 2011). Fortunately Quo Vadis had had a cancellation, so we gratefully filled the spot. Mev had already been before and recommended the theatre set menu, a bargainous £17.50 for two courses. But then the menu came, and I got a little distracted...

(Apologies for the blurry iPhone pics).

Once I'd spotted the hake on the menu, I was a lost cause. It came in the most indulgent butter sauce - any hope of this being a light-caloried meal went straight out of the window. It was beautifully cooked and the pickled beetroot added an earthy, tangy kick that stopped the dish being too sickly.

Across the table, Amy went for crab and mayo - it was meant to be a starter but was a decently sized portion to which she gave a thorough thumbs up.

Mev stuck to his guns and plumped for the lamb bavette with artichokes, from the theatre menu.

We ordered a side of courgettes, beans and mint to share, which was absolutely delicious and also smothered in butter...

Despite the fact I'd probably managed to consume my annual cholesterol intake during the main, I couldn't resist ordering the St Emilion au chocolat from the dessert menu. And MY GOD was it worth it. Despite being a bonafide chocaholic, I usually can't manage to finish a dessert like this - but before Amy and Mev had even had time to pick up their forks to go in for a cheeky taste, the plate was wiped clean. It was literally the best pudding I've ever had in any restaurant in London for years. Worth the entire bill alone. Go to Quo Vadis and order this. Seriously. You won't regret it. Just look at it, in all its sticky, rich wonder... smashed up macaroons and dark dark chocolate = winning combination.

As part of his set menu, Mev got an interesting twist on one of my all-time favourites, Eton Mess - namely peach and apricot mess. I was too busy devouring my St Emilion to ask him how it was, but it also didn't seem to stick around for long...

A quick mention of the interiors is necessary here - it was very subtle, understated and glamorous. A bit old world money. The beautiful patina of the mirrored walls make you feel like you've been transported back to the 20s.

After that feast, and feeling thoroughly sated and just a little bit greedy, I decided the best course of action was to walk back to Waterloo and catch the tube from there instead, hoping to burn off just a few of those calories.

Thank you Barrafina, for your no-reservations policy. Twas a lovely London evening indeed.