Ahhh, bistro! The ultimate in Frenchie cuisine... From Jamie Oliver's old Friend "Frenchie"
The entrance to Frenchie is as discreet as a courtesan’s maid. So discreet, in fact, that I wander past at least twice, cursing like a Parisian plongeur, dodging pneumatic drills and plastic bollards, hi-vis jackets and gormless tourists. Covent Garden may no longer be the edible cursed earth that it once was, but those indecisively meandering sightseers remain stubbornly the same.