The Wolseley is clearly inspired by the great French brasseries, but there are few in Paris that can match its decadent excess. Originally a car showroom back in the '20's, the Grade II listed building was created on such an extravagant scale that it bankrupted Wolseley Motors. Discreet black-clad waiters glide across a black & white herringbone marble floor carrying silver platters of good English food within the cavernous foyer of the dining room. Good for spotting celebries at all times of day, make sure you pre-book to get a table in the centre parlour {unless you happen to be Kate Moss}. Yesterday I was in the side parlour, pictured above {no reservations} and enjoyed a long, late lunch of eggs benedict & house champagne while reading The Sunday Times first to last.
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