- Overall 5
- Food 5
- Service 5
- Ambience 5
I must extend my sincerest commendations to Adam Byatt for an extraordinary evening at Trinity, nestled in the heart of Clapham Old Town. Before delving into the remarkable banquet that unfolded over four unforgettable hours, it is only fitting to acknowledge the meticulous attention to detail that sets Trinity apart from its Michelin-starred contemporaries.
The impeccable service began well before our arrival, with a seamless and accommodating response to my inquiry regarding corkage for a £140 Meursault and a 1996 Château La Louvière. Upon entering the restaurant, these wines were promptly entrusted to the expert care of Trinity’s master sommelier, ensuring they would be enjoyed at their absolute best. From that moment, it became evident that the level of service at Trinity operates with an almost imperceptible precision—new cutlery appearing effortlessly with each course, tables discreetly refreshed, and the doors to an immaculate restroom (complete with Trinity-branded toilet paper) held open with unwavering attentiveness. The experience exuded a regal elegance, reminiscent of the meticulous orchestration one might associate with Champions League-level fine dining.
As for the food, it was nothing short of a symphony of powerful and harmonious flavors that left our table in moments of awed silence. Standout dishes included the exquisitely prepared pork jowl and a Châteaubriand, cooked with such precision that it seemed calibrated to the very second. However, it would be remiss of me not to dedicate special praise to the tarte Tatin—a dessert of almost mythical reverence. I was informed that the apples underwent a meticulous 24-hour poaching and maceration process, resulting in what was, quite simply, the finest dessert I have had the pleasure of experiencing in my adult life. To call it “biblical” would not be an exaggeration. Will I return to Trinity? Without hesitation.
