The space itself is beautiful – an old Georgian Townhouse, the separate entrance for women preserved (although not in use) to remind us of the heritage of this 200-year-old boozer. Previously the Harcourt Arms, an establishment not exactly renown for its quality food, the renaming is a likely attempt to distance itself from the past – the internal makeover certainly helps too.
With lots of private dining spaces; an intimate oak room and larger dining rooms upstairs, as well as a beautiful conservatory, The Harcourt has a lot going for it, besides the menu. Inspired by Nordic cuisine, a nod to the restaurant’s proximity to the Swedish Church and Embassy, it has some expected items, such as gravadlax and pickled herring, but also the more niche; reindeer anyone? We had the freshest sea bream poke in soy and chili, with hints of ginger, followed by the line caught “skrei” cod, which came in a creamy sauce with cuttlefish, mussels and sapphire. Both absolutely delicious.
If you find yourself there in the afternoon, ask for the Fika menu. It’s what a Swede would do.