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"Bob Bob Ricard is the restaurant equivalent of a peacock that just won the EuroMillions and is en route to the diamond department at Harrods. This OTT Soho restaurant is exactly where you want to go for a blowout booth dinner. The food is a mixture of British, French, and Russian. So get comfortable, press that champagne button, and get yourself some caviar." - sinead cranna, heidi lauth beasley
"Any restaurant known for its tableside 'Press for Champagne' buttons is bound to exude a certain glamorous exclusivity. So it is with Bob Bob Ricard, a compact yet nevertheless grand restaurant that's classic to its core and all the more appealing for it; this is the place to come if you're looking to impress a date in the old-school manner. The menu opens with vodka shots at -18° along with a choice of caviars – a clue as to the owner’s nationality – then moves on to a roll-call of well-loved dishes from sole meunière to beef Wellington to share." - Michelin Inspector
"Having a proper sleep pattern is great and all, but have you ever jabbed at a ‘press for champagne’ button whilst eating caviar at 11pm? We have and our thoughts are: it was fantastic / under-eye creams exist for a reason. If you too want to stumble out of a place that serves oysters ‘Rasputin style’ at midnight, then look no further than Bob Bob Ricard. Unlike some of the spots in this guide, Bob Bob Ricard isn’t open until 5am (imagine the scenes), but what it lacks in boozy 4am potential it makes up for in huge bougie school night class. Do not skip the lobster mac and cheese. We repeat, do not skip the lobster mac and cheese." - heidi lauth beasley
"Every time someone turns up to Bob Bob Ricard in trainers, a tiny diamante-encrusted angel loses its wings. Probably. This Russian-meets-British restaurant in Soho looks like a swish train carriage with royal blue leather and enough shiny detailing to match the actual sun. On top of its ‘press for champagne’ buttons, an excellent beef wellington, and a whole lot of caviar, this place also has plenty of flashy background potential for selfies that’ll make you look like a distant relation of the Dumas family." - heidi lauth beasley, rianne shlebak
"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


