Tucked in Grosvenor Square, the restaurant blends glamour and warmth perfectly.
Inspired by the 1930s Tokyo kissas and Shanghai’s drinking dens, the space hums with a sultry rhythm, equal parts sophistication and fun.
From the moment I walked in, I knew this wasn’t going to be an ordinary dinner.
We were greeted with impeccable service – warm, unpretentious, and clearly proud of what they do, filled with recommendations which I always appreciate.
After a quick browse through the curated cocktail menu, I couldn’t resist a lychee martini which is always my go-to with pan-Asian food.
We ordered lots of dishes to start, including the yellowtail tartare, which arrived delicately plated, the fish gleaming like satin.
It was fresh, buttery and bright, with just enough citrus to lift it and I’d say it was one of my most favourite dishes of the evening.
The spicy tuna maki followed, perfectly rolled and balanced, the heat building gently with each bite.
From the raw bar to the grill, it’s clear that Lucky Cat takes its sourcing seriously – the fish, I was told, comes from top suppliers in Japan and Spain, and that quality really shines through.
Next came the Kyoto cucumbers in sesame dressing along with some salted edamame – simple but delightful palate cleansers.
Crunchy, fragrant, and full of umami, it was a reminder that sometimes the quietest dishes can make the loudest impression.
The wagyu beef tataki was another standout: thinly sliced, melt-in-the-mouth beef from Japan, seared to perfection, and dressed with subtle layers of soy and truffle.
Every bite was rich yet delicate, the kind of dish that stops conversation for a moment.
For mains, I chose the grilled miso salmon, while my boyfriend went for the ribeye steak. The salmon was perfectly cooked – flaky and silky, glazed with a sweet-savoury miso that caramelised just at the edges.
The egg fried rice in XO sauce was the ultimate accompaniment: smoky, umami-packed, and deeply satisfying.
Across the table, the ribeye was a triumph – juicy, charred, and seasoned with the kind of precision you’d expect from Ramsay’s kitchen.
By this point, the room was alive for a Thursday evening – laughter, clinking glasses, the hum of contented diners.
Lucky Cat has that rare quality of being both refined and relaxed, a place that celebrates good food without taking itself too seriously.
Though we were stuffed, I’m a sweet tooth person through and through and will never be able to resist a good dessert.
My boyfriend had the Hokkaido french toast, and I had the chocolate and cherry blossom delice.
I’m not even ashamed to admit we polished them both off like there was no tomorrow, but they were so worth it.
As we left, I couldn’t help but feel that Lucky Cat captures something special – a culinary journey through Asia, presented with flair and respect for tradition.
Every element, from the bespoke ceramics to the service, reflects Gordon Ramsay’s vision of excellence.
Whether you’re there for sushi, steak, or simply the atmosphere, Lucky Cat delivers a truly exceptional dining experience that lingers long after the last bite.
Now I want to go to the Bishopsgate branch and take in the mega London views at the same time as eating great food.
