This is a great place for a lazy Sunday lunch. Housed in a handsome building on the corner of Pimlico Road, not far from Sloane Square, the airy and gently lit ground floor brasserie and bar welcomes you in from the cold.
The Ebury has a loyal local fan base, and they were all out on the bracing December Sunday I met old uni friends for lunch. Smart chaps in brogues standing at the bar sipping Bloody Mary cocktails, thirty-something ladies groomed to within an inch of their lives, picking at oysters and salads (mind that creamy dressing, girls!), and Sloaney family outings. My mojito was exceptional, better than those concocted in some of London's best drinking spots. If that's not enough to draw you in, try the food.
The gastropub-style menu isn't anything to shout about. A hotch potch of the usual pan-Med stuff: smoked salmon, foie gras, salads with goat's cheese, risotto, gnocchi, lamb shanks, coq au vin. But the surprise was the attention lavished on each dish. They clearly care as much about the Caesar salad as the roast beef.
We all, it being Sunday lunch, chose the Roast Beef with Yorkshire Pudding and veg. For £15.50 the plates were generously piled with thick chunks of medium-rare tender and flavourful beef, and all accompaniments were well-conceived. A steal, particularly in this area of town.
It's not as easy as you might think to find a dependable place in Central London for Sunday lunch. You can pay through the nose, book a month in advance, risk a pub with a no-booking policy, or just settle for something second-rate. At The Ebury you can expect decent food, cooked with care, and enjoy it in a comfortable, pleasing setting. If you're with other foodies, you may prefer Hawksmoor, or Smiths of Smithfield's, but if your companions aren't seeking culinary fireworks, or a particular cut and breed of beef, The Ebury will hit the spot.