As a reluctant Chelsea enthusiast, and a part-time Fulham Road dweller, I was pleasantly surprised one fine Sunday when I had discovered that an old haunt had been discarded in place of something entirely new. The ‘old haunt’ in question was an aging public house by the name of The Goat In Boots, located at 333 Fulham Road; a traditional boozer with all its trimmings, dating back some 300 plus years.
The change (or should I say replacement?), is remarkable. Relaunched as simply GOAT following a head-to-toe refurbishment, the new establishment is as stylish and fresh as it is tasteful on the palate and opulent on the eye.
Last Monday evening, after much interest, my editor and I trekked to Chelsea to indulge ourselves in the new surroundings. Upon entrance, as should be customary in all eateries, we were treated to a grand tour of the building by the management; and what a tour. The three-storey building boasts an informal restaurant, a cocktail bar, and an all-day lounge. The cocktail bar, with the sleekest of blue leather seating, also has a vintage preacher’s podium used as a DJ booth. This is, of course, in keeping with the best thing of all, the pièce de résistance, if you will; a secret prayer room to drink away all your sins. The cocktail menu is inside old hymn books to boot, but more about that another time.
As it was a somber Monday, my esteemed editor and I decided to make do with just the restaurant for the evening. The menu is heavily populated by New York-Italian dishes, ala Pizza East and the like, yet still finds the ability to add that extra panache into the recently overt concept.
I started off with home cured beef ﬁllet carpaccio, rocket, truﬄed wild mushroom dressing, appetising to say the least. Then slowly moving on to the main with the help of the side deli meats. I ordered the ﬁnocchiona, Tuscan fennel salami, while my dining buddy gorged on the deliciously delectable red tuna tartare, avocado, citrus dressing, crisp celery, pantelleria capers and trinacria sicilian ham.
For the main, I had to order from the pizza menu, while my gluten-free cohort decided to settle for the monkfish, grilled to perfection. For the pizza I indulged myself with the san daniele ham, burrata, tomato, pesto – perfect for what was to came after. For pudding, my fellow diner had the lemon meringue pie made to her pleasure, while I was left somewhat speechless with their signature dessert, goat peanut butter cheese cake. If you could taste ‘neo-Americana’, that would be it.
The management has done a really good job of transitioning the GOAT, as it promises to be a hit with the regular Chelsea crowd. I most certainly will be returning. After all, I must tell you about the cocktails in the hymn book.
Open from 12pm till 4pm and 6pm till 11pm daily. Saturdays and Sundays from 10.30am.
The bar is open from 12pm till late daily. On Saturdays and Sundays till 1am.