Rowley's St James's

Mr Oil and Mr Vinegar have revisited an old haunt, Rowley’s in St James’s, but found that things were not as they remembered.

MrV: I hope you’re not going to try to say something nice about that place.
MrO: No. Not this time.
MrV: We should have turned around at the door when that dreadful smell hit us.
MrO: It could, I suppose, have been a bit of the herb butter fallen through a crack in the floorboards and gone rancid.
MrV: Or it could have been one of their horrible customers gone off after too much cheap wine. There used to be a better sort of customer at Rowley’s in the old days.
MrO: The worst thing, though, was not the smell but the heat.
MrV: My God it was hot. Every man in there had his coat over the back of his chair. The trouble is that too many restaurants don’t have the gumption to stand up to women who expect to be able to wear flimsy, revealing tops all year round. And we men have to sit and sweat and pretend we don’t mind.
MrO: It’s less of a problem when the owners are the managers because pumping up the heating costs money so they tend not to do it. Employees of the big chains tend not to give a damn about costs like that. I wonder who owns Rowley’s?
MrV: I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it was someone like Cafe Rouge. Anyway, I’m glad we stomped out without even staying for a drink. If the rest of the experience was anything to go by, the food would have been terrible.

Mr Oil and Mr Vinegar paid nothing for their glass of water and left without consuming any other food or drink.

Rowley’s
113 Jermyn St
London
SW1Y 6HJ
0044 (0) 207 930 2707

managers@rowleys.co.uk
www.rowleys.co.uk