Date of visit: 1st January 2026
THE CÔTE BRASSERIE WAS SOLD to the Karali Group in late 2025 so it was to be expected that this 2007 born French-style, British restaurant chain founded in Wimbledon by Richard Caring et al would see changes. Changes in menu, at the very least, as the Karali Group also operate franchises for Burger King, Taco Bell and Murugame Udon.
Côte Brasserie Review
I’ve nothing against a good, solid chain restaurant. Consistency is to be graciously acknowledged as there is nothing simple about it.
I hadn’t sat in to dine at a Côte in a long time. There were no dishes of note that blew me away and there were always better options right next door (here in Ealing, being no exception). They had a busy summer on Sloane Square which hid the view of the roundabout it was on. I had a short but pleasant catch up over cheese and wine there, ordered by a QR code, about two years ago or so. Nothing memorable. In fact I always preferred Café Rouge, particularly the branch on High Street Kensington.
The menu didn’t excite me: having perused it previously, I was not unpleasantly surprised. I was ready for a good meal nonetheless. Missing were the typical French bistro starter classics of escargot or snails, oysters, frog legs, foie gras, eggs.. Where were the eggs, the leeks? Oeufs mayonnaise, coccotte meurette, poireaux vinaigtrette etc? That those weren’t their forte or didn’t suit the target audience palette, (bearing in mind the new take-over) didn’t dampen my mood or impressions of what was to come. If they survived as a chain with such strength in numbers, somethings had to be bringing the masses back in, surely?
The Food at Côte Brasserie In Ealing
Having taken our seats in the cozy interiors, of which I particularly liked the tiled floors – although my fellow diner noted they were scuffed – our first plates arrived about 30 mins after ordering. I was excited to see Ricard and Pernod on the menu as it is to may taste, which is not compatible, apparently with the taste of almost all of London. Our first (yes, first) server had a jolly demeanour about her and informed me she would check the cellar to find out about the Pastis situation.
French onion soup. Rich, sweet onions with little to no bite, sit calmly until a whirlpool broth-bath seamlessly appear when you gently turn your spoon to marry the melty cheese and gentle broth of wisps of wine and beef. A bit of bite from the bread – a slice of sourdough torn into three, in this case – and then it’s all in the power of the spoon, to dunk, to leave bobbing on top. A bit of this. A bit of that. Textures upon textures.
It’s almost outrageous to think a bunch of onions, wine, good stock and gruyère (or in this case Comté cheese) with a bit of bread chucked in can give you a life-changing moment. It is both a fortunate and unfortunate fact that it can.
The French onion soup at Côte Brasserie was not that. The bowl was warm and its contents stayed so throughout. Possibly as it came in a mug-sized portion. The emulsion between broth and cheese that lends French onion soup that divine silky mouth feel; that binds the sweet, savoury, rich flavours in the mouth, was there: in the last spoonful or two at the end of the bowl. However, it heavily leant towards, burnt Bisto gravy with charred onion to add to the bitterness. The Comté didn’t stand a chance, especially as most of it was glued to the one piece of floating sourdough torn into three. At £9, I’ve had better, bigger and cheaper not only in Ealing but also Central London.
Some people like that. Beefy, gravy-like broth. Onions with a bite. Sourdough. Cheese. I guess I just like thin onion soup with the cheeses they use for fondue, dash of alcohol with preferably not sourdough. Oh, and thoroughly cooked though onions that don’t require chewing. I want my onions sweet and melted in texture.
The warm beetroot salad was the surprise of the meal. Moreish, plated to invite mopping up all the sauce atop the beets. Finely sliced green apple and toasted almond flakes, of which I’m not normally fond of on my much preferred single-ingredient salad. However, here it left the palate yearning – as a well thought out starter should. For the same price, it didn’t leave a bitter taste or desire to start again, as the soup did. Neither were inexpensive for a chain restaurant starter.
Chicken – I can do better. I don’t mean this to be rude but rotisserie chicken in France is a street food done to perfection. Smoked chicken is sold in supermarkets in France. That is a lot of respect for the chicken and it was not had here.
The fries were a let down. Which is a shame because I love a deep fried thinly cut potato. So much so that I would have taken advantage of the promise of free-flowing fries were it not for the fact that they were not crispy and fluffy or even warm.
The fact that the roasted beetroot dish was the most memorable, I think, speaks volumes.
The sautéed scallops with black pudding, apple and cabernet sauvignon dressing worked well. The sweetness of the small scallops and the delectable bite of those that have not sat in a frying pan for long stood strong on their own. The thinly shaved green apple and unctuous blood sausage married well on the plate as individual bites, as well as on a whole with the scallops.
I’m not sure why Café Rouge more or less departed London but I am sure that buying Côte Brasserie is a good investment. A prime real estate investment. Restaurants are a tricky business, no doubt and Côte is no shy player in this game to rinse it out till its last breath-on-a-story. On Sloane Square they reside neighbourly to Colbert. I told you: not shy. It’s also probably why I’ve never had the urge to pop in and try new menu items like the tartiflette that is apparently coming and going every day, according to my emails. I’d rather stick to spending more when I can and order from a menu that speaks to me in French. It’s seasonal too, so you get to try new things!
Regarding the Pastis situation, it was 4th server or waitress who informed me (after I thought it worth another go at trying to fulfil my initial request) that she could find me a Pernod.
Food – 5.7/10
Value for money 5.8/10
Vibes and service – 6.9/10












































































