B-Soho only opened its doors for business a week ago, but somewhere that advertises itself as a Cocktail Bar Pizzeria, seemed like the perfect place to whisk the girlfriend off to for an anniversary evening.
Having got off the tube at Charing Cross due to engineering works, we negotiated our way through the crowds in Soho and Chinatown on foot, arriving a cool 30 minutes late for our table booking. Fortunately, as we were pencilled in for 6pm, the restaurant area was still empty and we were greeted with a smile - our tardiness pleasantly excused and forgotten. The glamorous young type on the door set the stall for the rest of the evening as she led us to our table tottering down the wooden stairs in heels so high that it wouldn't surprise me if we returned in the coming weeks to see her adorned in a neck brace and a leg of plaster.
As we were still relatively early, we were afforded more or less exclusive service from our polite and friendly waitress opting to peruse the cocktail list rather than choose a wine from the menu provided. We shared the spicy potato croquettes (£6) to begin, accompanied by the Tiny Robot cocktail which succeeded in whetting the appetite for both the food and the drinks to follow.
Although there were other options on the menu including pasta, lasagne, etc. it seemed stupid to go for anything other than the pizzas that we had heard so much about. We ordered a Capricciosa and a Vegetariana (both around £11 although they range from 7 to about 15) and neither of us were disappointed. The perfect pizza is one that is thin and too big for the plate – these obliged. Conversing briefly in between mouthfuls, the mains were demolished rapidly and, being the gentleman that I am, I helped her out with her last few slices as we washed the food down with a particularly strong vodka tonic. Rather than gorge ourselves on dessert, we got the bill and headed to the bar upstairs to see what else they had to offer.
After a £6.75 pint of Peroni, We worked our way through a few more oddly named cocktails (menu ranges between £8-15) including a 'Swizzle Me Rosebud' and personal favourite 'Catch a Nymph' as the place started to fill out with Soho's young, affluent brigade; many of whom looked as if they had stepped straight off the cat walk at Fashion Week.
The upstairs area has plenty of comfy seating as well as standing space, but we took up residence at the bar for a good spot of people-watching and also quick service when in need of a refill. This also proved to be a vantage point when the live music started. Acoustic renditions of The Beatles, Weller and Oasis were appreciated somewhat more by us at the bar than the other clientele busy nattering away to each other, but it certainly added to the ambience and the song choices definitely score bonus points.
We left with our stomachs full, our heads suitably light and, although a little too expensive a location for us to be frequenting on a weekly basis, a new bar/restaurant on the radar that's ideal for such an occasion.