Bob Bob Ricard Soho
French restaurant · Soho
1 Upper James St, London W1F 9DF, United Kingdom
Highlights
Press for champagne, caviar, truffle fries, and lobster mac
Press for champagne, caviar, truffle fries, and lobster mac
"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
"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
"These days, you only know two things for sure. One: Dua Lipa is officially your spiritual guide. Two: unless you’re going to keep mumbling ‘I got new rules, I count ‘em’ in public for the next year then Bob Bob Ricard is going to have to be your other. This Soho spot has a big, glitzy energy which is basically the restaurant equivalent of listening to Gloria Gaynor in your underwear. It’s pretty much impossible to leave here without pushing the press for champagne button one too many times and making everyone who isn’t there wish that they were." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing
