So it was decided a treat was on the cards, and what is a treat without indulging in good food?? A very poor treat I say. So after much deliberating and wading through far too many google searches looking for the best place to eat in London (without having to smash my non-existent piggy bank), I settled on Cote in Wimbledon. That’s right, about a fifteen minute walk from my house. I am but a simple lady and I have been banging on about Cote since I went around the time of it’s opening last year, so I thought it only fair to be loyal to my home town on this occasion.
 
 I'm pleased to say I was just as impressed as last time and I didn't get half as drunk as last time I was there so you can actually trust my opinion! It pretty much ticks all the boxes as far as service, value for money and taste go and what was supposed to be an expensive treat ended up being cheaper than so many low quality restaurants. For £68 we managed drinks, starters, nibbles and mains. Not bad!!

Zac was dribbling with excitement as he munched through bread crumbed calamari (served on a little pan!!) which was really soft in the centre and had great crunchy crumb. When the steak arrived I thought he may shed a small tear of joy at that moment and it was also pretty amazing I must say; moist and perfectly seasoned. My seafood linguine was also really good and left me pretty stuffed. I know people say you shouldn't be stuffed at the end of your meal but I would rather stuffed than minorly peckish any day. At Cote the portions were really decent and I only saw that as a good thing. There is nothing worse than leaving a restaurant which has cost you the best part of £100 and the food was really average. I think you can rely on Cote to really deliver great tasting food at a reasonable cost. To be honest, Wimbledon does not have too many hot spots when it comes to eating out so I would head here if you are considering a meal in Wimbledon.

Anyway, I should not go on. I have to pack as I am off to Grenoble in the morning to see my sister and I must say I am quite excited. I have already requested some 'moules frites' on arrival and I intend to eat some quality bread, cheese and sip some fine wine. I want a loaf so crusty it will pop my eardrums and a cheese so smelly I gag. Actually, that may not be the best start to my meal, I will be in France and I must adopt some good manners.

 Oh yes and just in case you are wondering, the only quality English produce I am packing with me is Bovril. What else does a girl need??