I have some major news to spill to you guys: I have become a La Petite Maison convert.
I know- what a revelation. I’ve chosen another truffle-serving restaurant as my new favourite- wow. But no really! I’d never expected to change my mind. I’m normally a Chiltern fanatic, and I tend to be very loyal to a selected few restaurants. Granted- I do venture out to new restaurants, but always return home to my old favourites.
Not this time!
I can’t speak highly enough about La Petite Maison. Normally restaurants have one of three great qualities that keep you going back for more: really lovely staff and service, really great food, and/or a really nice atmosphere. La Petite Maison is one of those gems that has all three.
My soul sis Cathy and I had decided to go there to celebrate our 21st belated birthdays (August babies!) and catch up after several months abroad on our holidays. I’d brought along two balloons from Switzerland, one of which had decided to morph into a horrific semi ‘1’. It was the only indication that we were celebrating anything (more on this later!).
We were greeted so warmly upon our arrival, and seated inside with a view to the pretty artwork and rest of the restaurant. After ordering- we decided to start with escargots, with steak and some green vegetables to come later- the staff approached us to ask if we needed anything else. I was really touched by the care with which they gave us throughout our time there, which was the perfect balance of non-intrusive yet attentive. And I have to say, the food is wonderful. In fact, the dishes I tried at La Petite Maison were perhaps some of the best I’d ever had in London. It’s more than just the taste though- it’s the feeling that you are at home. Ultimately what I want out of a restaurant is a place where I feel truly welcomed and cared for. Indifference is a trait that sadly lets many places down, but La Petite Maison is a restaurant that is anything but indifferent.
Birthday celebrations especially are special occasions where surprises are much appreciated and remembered. What happened after we had finished our mains, I’ll cherish forever: the staff entered as a group carrying two gorgeous slices of their desserts, with a candle and ‘happy birthday’ written in chocolate ink. Soon enough, the whole restaurant had erupted into the beautifully embarrassing ‘Happy Birthday to you’ melody. It was like being with your family. So so so special and appreciated, and something I don’t seem able to describe in a blog post, however many times I type, delete, and type again, the feeling and atmosphere and everything that happened that day.
Everyone is so genuine, so real, and so nice. But it’s the realness which really struck me- you could really feel that. This is one of those rare restaurants where you feel as if you are amongst an extended family of sorts, with other guests approaching us to shake our hands and congratulate us on our birthdays before they left. A big shoutout to Vytau who made this day so memorable. I have dined and celebrated at so many countless fine dining and Michelin starred restaurants in my life, both regularly and for birthdays, but rarely felt as at home as I did at La Petite Maison, and I can’t wait to be back again and again and again for many countless years to come. Writing this with a full heart.