"For when you want to go big, bold, and distinctly OTT. In the grand scheme of things, when you turn 30, you’re basically still a baby. Or maybe a toddler. A very large, perhaps educated, overdraft-wielding toddler. And that’s why you deserve to press a button and have champagne arrive at your table like mummy’s a Rothschild and daddy’s a tin of oscietra caviar. Bob Bob Ricard is the kind of flash, Soho spot where you can do exactly that. There are few places in London where the pies contain champagne, truffle dots the menu like confetti, and every table is its own private booth. Forget cake and order the melting chocolate glory dessert instead." - heidi lauth beasley