It’s never great to start a meal squabbling with staff over whether or not you can use a gift card for their restaurant, at their restaurant, the final answer, Non.

We stayed anyway because I was really keen to photograph both their black bunned truffle burger and their Baked Alaska. The lesson I take away from this is, if the service is poor from the outset then it’s not worth staying, even if the food is highly photogenic. There is significant foreshadowing of the lesson I have now learned in this article which was published in The Graun the day before our visit to Mews of Mayfair. Is instagram good for food? Are we moving toward meals that are created for aesthetics over flavour? At Mews the answer is maybe.

The place is quite beautiful even in the pouring rain, down a cobbled alleyway, the tables are prettily set and under cover. We didn’t go into the main restaurant, where apparently we could have used our gift card because it was upstairs and we had Max in the buggy. We could not use our gift card downstairs, despite the menu and kitchen being the same for both areas. Puzzling. They did offer to carry Max upstairs but I didn’t want to be trapped in a dining room with him with limited means of escape and the restaurant didn’t seem to comprehend this.

What’s good? A lovely buttery sticky toffee pud. The cocktails. The parmesan and truffle fries. The truffle burger is pleasant but there are better burgers for considerably less cash all over London.

Kid friendly? On paper. There’s an accessible loo with a change mat but its locked and you have to gain permission to use it. They wouldn’t let me in to see it without my baby in my arms. Again, puzzling. Also, the stairs. Also, the service. Mildly hostile and increasingly apathetic as the meal progressed.

✓baby change facilities

✓highchairs available

✓cool with breastfeeding

✗loads of other parents – there were very few diners at all

✓space for buggies

✗children’s menu

✗toys/play area

Rating ??