POTUS Bar and Restaurant

£16 - £28 / New American, American, Cocktail bars, Vegetarian options

10 Albert Embankment, London

Opening hours

6AM-10AM & 12PM-3PM

Sunday 7:30AM-11:30AM & 12:30PM-3PM
Monday 6AM-10AM & 12PM-3PM
Tuesday 6AM-10AM & 12PM-3PM
Wednesday 6AM-10AM & 12PM-3PM
Thursday 6AM-10AM & 12PM-3PM
Friday 6AM-10AM & 12PM-3PM
Saturday 7:30AM-11:30AM & 12:30PM-3PM

Unparalleled Service and Delectable Delights

Stepping into the Hyatt Regency’s POTUS restaurant is like entering a realm of culinary delights and top-notch service that left my skepticism in the dust. With an ambience that whispers sophistication, and a waitstaff that boasts impeccable manners and charm, led by the wonderfully attentive Anna-Kay, the experience positively sparkled despite some up-and-down moments here and there. Whether it was breakfast, where myriad options ranging from eggs benedict to delightful pastries met with my eager acceptance, or dinner under the dim glow of soft halogen-lit portraits of US presidents, every visit felt like a treatise in hospitality done right. The Scottish Salmon defied superlatives, nestling firmly on the upper echelons of gastronomy, while the seabream showed me why it is revered beyond the typed screen of Wikipedia.

Yes, there were bumps: a burger that could moonlight as a doorstopper and a befuddling lack of Béarnaise sauce meant expectations met not reality, especially considering POTUS's classy surroundings. Yet, with Mr. Nabil and the amiable team hustling aptly throughout, their bright, beaming smiles offered much-needed redemption from even these pales. The morning espressos crafted with a grace matched only in a Shakespearean sonnet, kept me buoyant for adventures to Covent Garden, or wherever my Oyster card desired. A lovely juxtaposition of high service standards wrapped around an elegant venue was indeed served, whether it be crisp, chilled gazpacho; a wrongly sauced mocktail, forgotten during deafening rushes—or simply another kaleidoscopic mosaic of experiences that, priced correctly, justify calling the Hyatt's album of dining a riff more pop than pithy prose. Stalwarts like Ms. Sawires make up with smiles, what debit charges beg, if only human warmth too, could be labeled a write-off. — Milo Tastemaker