In the latest edition of ‘Adventures With Adriana‘ I decided to keep myself in my own neighbourhood, Chelsea. Although now I am based in Chelsea Harbour, the backend and newly developed area by the River Thames, since I returned to London two years ago, I have always lived in different pockets of Chelsea and am extremely familiar with the area.
I remember the first time I entered Chelsea territory back when I was at the ripe age of 21, just months before the financial crash of 2008. It was the only area in London I felt most comfortable and at home. While the opulent air could be felt all the way down the famous King’s Road, I didn’t care, I just wanted to be able to say that I lived in Chelsea. To my surprise, I found a flat just off King’s Road for £125 per week, an absolute mouldy shit hole that should have been illegal to live in but I took it and called Chelsea home.
There were a few life lessons I learned about living in Chelsea from a young age. For example, under no circumstance are you to be seen walking down King’s Road in a pair of tracksuit pants, even if you’re just going to Waitrose to buy avocados. Also, “thongs” or “flip flops” as they call them on this end of the world are nothing but a disgrace to be seen in, no matter how warm it is outside. On the contrary, Ugg boots are acceptable to wear down the streets of London, yet a mortifying fashion faux pas in Sydney, and perhaps Melbourne too. Go figure. There was also a certain way you presented yourself, behaved and spoke. If you wanted to be loud, you showed your face in Fulham. The typical “Sloaney” could be seen all the way down King’s Road where locals adopted a style to show that this was also the area they called home.
I remember a friend staying with me saying, “King’s Road is literally one of the only roads I’ve ever walked down where I’ve heard at least 10 different languages.” These days I’m hearing more and more Serbian and Croatian in the area which makes Chelsea feel more like home.
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About a year ago, The Ivy Chelsea Garden opened it’s doors and has remained a celebrity magnet ever since. The restaurant is situated on The King’s Road, among a row of baby wear shops and artisan bakers. As Tanya Gold of The Spectator cleverly put it, “Why Chelsea needs bakers I know not, because no one here is fat enough to eat bread. Perhaps it bespeaks a psychic insecurity that even the rich of SW3 feel — for the bread is the life?” However, one commodity the residents of the SW3 postcode do have access to is an unlimited supply of the finest restaurants. The Ivy has quickly acquired a reputation and let the difficulty of booking a table be a token for their success.
This was my third visit to the now famous Chelsea restaurant and it was as memorable as the first, hence I keep coming back for more and highly recommend it to anyone looking for a place to dine or entertain in the area. Although it can seem a little intimidating from the outside, inside it’s nothing less than a switched on venue vying for a Michelin Star. Does The Ivy Chelsea Garden deserve a Michelin Star? Firstly, let’s get into the service. All staff are well presented and have a pleasant, friendly personality. They seem to adapt to one another in a not so obvious way and are not so in your face like at Searcys at The Gherkin. That’s another venue in London pushing for a Michelin Star. Although our waiter on this visit did forget our peppermint tea and had to be reminded, all is forgiven because there is no other venue in London I enjoy just chilling in.
The Ivy Chelsea Garden is ridiculously underpriced for the quality and standard of each meal. This restaurant is renowned for it’s modern British cuisine and once again, my girl friend and I were plotting our next visit. Price point? Approximately 35-50£ each. Overall rating? 8.5/10.
Zucchini fritti with with lemon, chilli and mint yoghurt are an absolute must as a smarter.
This was the second time my girl friend ordered the chicken milanese, it’s safe to say she enjoys it.
I had the herb crusted lamb with fondant potato, minted sugar snaps and lamb jus and it was better than my mother’s cooking. Sorry, mum.
No meal with us ever complete without something with truffle and these truffle and parmesan chips hit the right culinary spot. Along with the green beans and roasted almonds. We also indulged in the olive oil mashed potato. Just incase these pictures don’t do you any justice, I’ve created a video on this dining experience.
A special thank you to the exceptional team at The Ivy, it is always a pleasure to revisit a restaurant that continually delivers the finest.