St Moritz Style!
When: March 2013
Where: St Moritz
I don't think there's much in the world that makes me happier than fondue. Melted cheese, crusty bread, potatoes and/or
meat with the possibility of fruit and chocolate to follow. Despite
living in London for many years we had yet to go out anywhere for fondue. I'm not sure why but perhaps it's due to a
lack of choice, the nearest restaurant to us seems like somewhere to do
traditional German drinking, dancing and merriment and for me all I want is the
cheese, the rest I can more than do without. Finally we found the St
Moritz restaurant in the West End, from the website they look a little old
fashioned, they even suggest booking via fax rather than e-mail, but then again
when it comes to fondue maybe the old ways are the best. As the weeks
came and went, birthdays and occasions missed we kept calling for reservations
with little joy, until finally one Sunday the table for five we'd been longing
for was ours.
When the time finally came it was the perfect day, freezing temperatures, a
biting cold wind and the promise of light snow in the air, the perfect day for
fondue. Spying the Swiss flag above the door I waited for my dining
companions as we entered what looked like a small rickety old house filled with
relics that looked like something out of Roger Moore in For You Eyes Only, cow
bells, cheese and 80s winter sports photos, this was already looking like it
would be well worth the wait. Then the smell of melting cheese hits,
perhaps this is what heaven (or possibly hell) smells like. We were taken
up the stairs to our table, had our coats taken and were offered menus.
Here the kitsch continued and not feeling too brave we decided to go for
2 different kinds of cheese fondue between us, the Fondue Neuchsteloise:
Dip fresh crusty bread into bubbling Gruyere & Emmental cheese and the
Fondue Moitie-Moitie: Melted Gruyere and Vacherin cheese from Switzerland
served with new potatoes and bread washed down with a nice chilled bottle
of house white.
As we sipped away at the wine the theatre of the fondue experience began to
build. First setting the table, then bringing
the burners, lighting the burners, bringing the bread and then... two
steaming hot saucepans of molten cheese pleasure and some potatoes! I
have only one rule for good fondue, eat until I'm about to be sick. St
Moritz did not disappoint and many a dip of bread and potato later I was
feeling that every little bit less in heaven and another bite closer to hell.
With a small puddle of cheese left in the pan and my dining companions
having long since given up it was time to throw in the pick and extinguish the
flame. Fondue had one won only a double espresso could save me.
St Moritz: 161 Wardour Street, London W1F 8WJ
Telephone: 0207 734 3324