St Moritz - Where a fondue is a fondue

Last Tuesday, The Boyfriend and I, attempted to go to MeatLiquor, only to find out they had run out of hamburgers. How this happens in a restaurant dedicated to burgers, I'm not sure. Disappointed, freezing and starving, we headed to Soho, hoping to head to one of the many great reservation-less restaurants. Instead of heading to our usual haunts (Princi, Barrafina, Polpetto etc.) we ended up at St. Moritz, a place I'd wandered past at least a dozen or so times and always been intrigued by . It turned out to be the solution to all our problems that night. For just over an hour we left London and ended up in Switzerland, in a kitsch, rustic chalet. Everything, seemed authentically swiss including the music, but thankfully not the wine.

Food was classic - Tartiflette, Spätzle and several varieties of fondue and unlike the stuff they serve at Androuet, our fondue was the real deal, no candles here - we had flames. A lot of them. Our fondue arrived fairly quickly, along with a pile of fluffy baguette practically screaming to be dipped in cheese. I can only describe it as a melting pot of happiness. A decent amount of wine added a nice kick to the cheese. Charcuterie wasn't the best I've had, or the prettiest, but it was useful in breaking up the cheese. 

I had no issues with St. Moritz in fact they managed to successfully avoid one of my typical problems with places like this - a temperature five degrees hotter than it should be thanks to all the flames. However, here the temperature was nice and cool and meant no beads of sweat accidentally adding a new flavour to our fondue or the always awkward removal of clothing one had never intended to remove.

This would be such a great place for a group. In fact I'm going to suggest it to a bunch of friends now. I loved St Moritz, and will definitely be back. It is a perfect antidote for a freezing night.