Julia B.
Google
Sad to say, but Albers did not live up to its reputation. We’d wanted to come here for a long time, but we won’t be returning.
The late November menu included a tuna crudo appetizer, but the cut was far too thick. Parts of it were almost inedible.
The leek side was fine, but again, was presented in such a way, and with such a thickness, that it could only really be cut vertically.
The lamb cutlets - a nightly special - were well seasoned, but were, bizarrely, served on a bread plate, with not nearly enough room to enjoy.
And the tuna main dish with a peppercorn sauce was far too large in size and presentation. It was overwhelming and needed to be half the proportion.
The low point of the meal, though, was our waiter, who seemed to take our patronage for granted. When asked to tell us more about what was listed on the menu simply as “Jerusalem artichoke, chestnut” - he responded that it was a baked Jerusalem artichoke, with chestnuts. We were confused. He then returned, a few minutes later, to explain that it was actually a pureed chestnut base. Either way, the waiter appeared aloof and uninterested.
(Most of our dishes went unfinished and not once did he ask whether anything was wrong or could be improved. Needless to say, we did not order dessert.)
At this price point, Albers needs to be a whole lot better. There are other London restaurants of a comparable reputation which are far tastier, more welcoming, and more aware of their flavors and dishes. Albers seemed to be reaching for too much, and coming up, sadly, well short.