Avenue Restaurant, Mayfair

Last time I took my dad out reviewing with me he did not like the restaurant. Luckily I was silently confident that Avenue would not disappoint and so persuaded him to come along, nervous for his approval. Located down the historic shopping road, St. James’ Street in Mayfair, the restaurant is bright and attractive with a quiet sophistication. An ever changing art collection hangs on the Avenue walls providing unique and eclectic decoration, an intriguing talking point for visitors.

Offering contemporary modern British cuisine, the menu at Avenue is simple and smart. Bold flavours and vibrant ingredients are evidently crucial to the success of the dishes. I was thankful for the clear and comprehensive menu with a fair and balanced selection of meat, fish and vegetarian options. Our waiter for the evening was kind and efficient, checking up on us regularly without suffocating us with attention. Two tall flutes of cold champagne were delivered, a toast to our trip to Avenue.

The dishes were elegant, classic and delicious, understated and chic food to match the surroundings. To start I chose the Radish, Watercress & Rosary’s goat’s cheese salad, a delicate mix of flavours. The salad featured several varieties of radishes, each a pretty hue of pale pink. My dad, a fish lover opted for Roast Scallops, hazelnut crust, cauliflower & crispy pork and declared them the best scallops he’s ever had. Piled in delectable stacks they were beautifully cooked and composed.

Hungry after a hard Monday at work I indulged and chose the 28 day aged Herefordshire grilled fillet of beef, truffled mash and spinach. This looked divine, an array of juicy meat and piped speckled mashed potato. The high quality meat was delicious, tender and richly flavoured, for once I appreciated the spinach, freshly cooked greenery that added another dimension to the course. My only criticism is the food could have been a touch hotter, I like my food to be steaming on arrival. The Orkney Lamb with spinach, baby artichokes and roasted onions was a lovely wholesome dish, perfectly seasoned meat with sweet and aromatic onions and crisp artichokes. We were drinking a bottle of white, Garganega 2011, chosen carefully by our waiter, fruity and fresh in taste. Noting our red meat choices for main, he offered a glass of red, I declined but my dad greatly appreciated this kind gesture.

It is unlike me to go for a classic dessert, usually preferring the wacky experimental options… but at Avenue, impressed with the classics thus far, I decided to have the Apple tart and clotted cream. It was delicious, warm and sweet oozing with caramelised apples and homemade pastry, a decent ice cream scoop of clotted cream was a devilishly rich accompaniment. My dad predictably chose the Valrhona chocolate mousse, praline ice cream and smoked hazelnuts, a familiar pairing of flavours with a nice crunch from the hazelnuts. We didn’t need petit fours, but I was nonetheless glad when they arrived on a rustic wooden board, along with our tea and coffee.

Avenue was a resounding success with me, and my dad, and as we left he admitted he was already thinking for an excuse to return.

Visit the Avenue website here for more information and to book.

Lucian Freud Portraits, National Portrait Gallery

Lucian Freud died last summer, aged 88, but the National Portrait Gallery’s grand exhibition was planned long before, and the artist himself played a vital role in its organisation and presentation. Of course, his sad passing has dramatically increased the interest in this show, and perhaps the high ticket prices reflect this. He was arguably Britain’s most talented painter, in this exhibition we see his earliest portraits alongside the unfinished canvas showing his final strokes.

Freud was a fascinating and a fascinated person, enthralled by the human body, and captivated by the human spirit. His models would sometimes sit for months and years to be painted by him. Fellow artist David Hockney sat for 130 hours for one portrait, when asked to return the favour Freud only posed for two and a half hours! Often he used those closest to him, his mother, partners, children and friends, but other sitters varied, including some very influential individuals, like the Queen! The exhibition includes a number of self-portraits which are arguably the most expressive and intriguing pictures from his output. The earliest self-portraits, like ‘Man with a Feather’ (1943) are wonderfully mysterious, though direct. My favourite is the ‘Interior with Hand-Mirror’, a small oil painting in which Freud is looking down on us, it is a more abstract portrayal – he is distant, once removed with the mirror shielding the real man.

The early paintings are beautiful and still, very detailed and exact. The faces follow a formula, thin cheeks, big round eyes, vacant expressions. These portraits are organised, the sitter seems aware that they are being observed, often they carry a prop. My sister particularly liked the ‘Girl with a Kitten’, a lovely but eerie image of a wide eyed girl appearing to strangle a small innocent kitten. Here Freud used fine sable brushes to make subtle strokes, a big contrast to his later style with thick impasto and coarse brushwork.

Freud seems to enjoy challenging his subjects, often his models are splayed uncomfortably on the floor or sprawled awkwardly amongst dirty rags. It is these unconventional poses that are most interesting to observe, I particularly remember the huge portraits of Sue Tilley (Big Sue), a benefits supervisor who sat frequently for Freud. The artist enjoyed her unusual proportions indulging gloriously with a huge canvas, a marked change from his earlier work. His familiar technique for painting skin tones loosely in bold colours has influenced many.

The final rooms show works created in the last twenty years of Freud’s life. They are deeply moving and intense and show a very organic connection between artist and sitter. Here we see several paintings of his assistant, David Dawson who sat for hours for Freud. It is strange that these paintings, all created in the intimate environment of Freud’s studio are now exposed to an international audience of millions, and in some ways while viewing and examining these pictures I felt I was intervening in private relationships. Though Freud’s style was constantly evolving he was always very acute in his observations, and his work forever remains sensitive and understanding.

This is an honest and vivid exhibition of perhaps the greatest British portraitist of all time. The Lucian Freud Portraits are unmissable and I predict this will be the most powerful collection of paintings exhibited in London this year.

Continues until 27 May, book tickets here to avoid disappointment.

Jealousy, The Print Room

Contemporary dance is not one of my favourite artforms to review, mainly because I lack the expert understanding to do it justice, but also because I rarely find it as captivating as other arts. The Print Room, unconventional as ever, are currently staging a unique dance and sculpture collaboration, ‘Jealousy’; the intimate theatre space has been transformed to create a truly atmospheric show.

The audience sit in the round, well in the rectangle, surrounding the bizarrely sculptural set. We are voyeuristic onlookers peering into a very private story. The dancers are constricted within the confines of Laurence Kavanagh’s sculptural modernist design, they weave in and around the angular hanging props. The hour long piece is a depiction of a vicious love triangle: anger, passion and jealousy are realised through the energetic, balletic movement. The narrative is based loosely on the ‘nouveau’ novel ‘Jealousy’ by Alain Robbe-Grillet, 1957. The four choreographers (James Cousins, Hubert Essakow, Daniel Hay-Gordon and Morgann Runacre-Temple) illustrate the major elements of the piece through object, gesture, soundscape, lighting and viewpoint. Amazingly these four choreographers have worked effectively together creatively a seamless and fluent piece.

Seven talented dancers are used in different pairings, occasionally dancing alone on stage but most often using each other to deliver complex routines, all of which are precisely synced with the sound and music. The dancers display impressive strength, and I found the girls particularly engaging, moving with intense concentration and piercing facial expressions. Aesthetically this production excels – the sound and lighting contribute enormously to presenting a striking show. The music is a montage of sounds, a wildly experimental and unpredictable soundtrack, it is very affecting.

Jealousy is a visually spectacular production that at times I found wholly overwhelming, an hour well spent.

Continues until 18 February, book here.