Agent Triple P was in St James Street, the other week, looking for a restaurant and there, across the road was the far from budget L'Oranger. It's rare that Triple P eats out in the West End in the evening and even rarer in and around Picadilly.
Still, L'Oranger was a very attractive looking restaurant; although quite aggressively French, which is not our usual choice. The food, by Dordogne-trained chef Laurent Michel (previously Chef de Partie at the Three Michelin Star restaurant Taillevent), is elegantly presented but traditional seasonal French (with a Provencal twist) cooking and none the worse for that. Service is by traditionally uniformed French waiters; something of a rarity in London.
L'Oranger got into the press late last year when a Latvian gentleman was arrested after trying to escape without paying his £1.000 bill (yes, running up a bill like that (for two, in this case) at L'Oranger is quite feasible!).
The Martini itself was, very classic. Stirred and with one olive (hooray) but in an unchilled glass (boo). Not cold enough for Triple P's liking but nice and strong so scores 6/10.