The Broadcaster White City

Stunning Rooftop Vibes and Exceptional Service

I sauntered into The Broadcaster with the nonchalant air of a seasoned critic, expectations perched somewhere between the heavens and a three-star aspiration—blame it on the tiresome echoes of unchecked online praise. However, much to my delight, The Broadcaster doesn’t merely flirt with joy—it takes exuberance out on an lavishly adorned dance floor of rooftop vibes and gastronomical flair, set against the cinematic sweep of old BBC Television Centre’s skyline. And speaking of cinematic, their dedicated troop of service staff perfectly play the role of doting attendants, seemingly materializing right as your glass exhales its last, forlorn bubble of Prosecco.

While the ambience holds at harmonious pitch, ebbing between sleek urban charm and relaxing respite, the real show-stealer is undoubtedly the menu, akin to the climatic act of a much-loved art house film. Saturday’s sun found me bewitched by a parade of culinary morsels—the wagyu burger could do with a touch less incineration, yet its supporting ensemble were worthy tire pump recipients: from the sublime crunch of truffle & aioli fries to a lavish wagyu rollout, painting a rather forgivable portrait of his charred majesty. Amidst the bit of tuned-up chaos from tables morphing for new troops of eager patrons, and hypnotic chilled beats from the DJ, I couldn’t help but let a hearty exhalation of satisfaction mingle with the gentle breeze. The Broadcaster, despite its few forgotten lines—a missed reservation or syrup-gushed price tags—is indeed a stage where dining is both spectacle and celebration. — Penelope Savory