Tucked away next to the iconic Television Centre in White City, The Broadcaster offered a cosy yet lively escape from the dreary weather outside.
Upon arriving, we stepped into a lift with clear signage: G – pub and bar, 1 – dining room, 2 – the playroom, and 3 – rooftop bar.
We were whisked away to the rooftop bar.
Despite the recent burst of spring warmth giving way to dark clouds and drizzle, the weather only added to the atmosphere.
From up high, we could see west London stretching out in the distance, with Westfield glowing under the stormy sky.
There was something cinematic about the view—London in its moody glory.
The Broadcaster had a way of making the bleakness outside feel vibrant with its warm lighting, stylish decor, and laid-back but buzzing energy.
As we settled into our seats, we were handed two menus—one boasting an extensive drink selection and the other filled with tempting dishes.
I started with the St Ives monkfish scampi with curry tartare, and I can safely say this was a winning choice.
The curry tartare was a standout—creamy with a delicate spice that elevated the scampi without overpowering it.
Alongside it, I went for the baked sourdough with whipped butter and sea salt.
I’ll admit, I’m always a little sceptical when I see ‘sea salt’ on a menu – is it really? Or just regular table salt in disguise?
But this time, they weren’t lying.
The butter was silky smooth, and the salt crystals gave it the perfect kick.
Simple but done exceptionally well.
When it came to the main course, I was torn between two options: the beer-battered Cornish hake with triple-cooked chips, crushed peas, and house tartare or the 32-day dry-aged beef burger with smoked cheddar, bacon, truffle aioli, and skin-on fries.
After much deliberation, I went with the burger—zero regrets.
The patty was thick, juicy, and packed with rich, dry-aged flavour, perfectly complemented by the smokiness of the cheddar and bacon.
The truffle aioli was a game-changer, adding a luxurious depth without being overwhelming.
The skin-on fries were crispy, golden, and well-seasoned—a proper sidekick to an already standout dish.
By this point, I was full—but there’s always room for dessert.
I went for the chocolate tart with ice cream, and it was the perfect end to the meal.
The tart had a silky-smooth, rich chocolate filling with just the right amount of bitterness to balance out the sweetness.
Paired with a scoop of ice cream, every bite was indulgent but not overpowering.
To top it off, I ordered a glass of Baileys, because why not? The combination was pure bliss.
The Broadcaster’s rooftop bar isn’t just about the food—it’s about the whole experience.
From the atmospheric view of west London under stormy skies to the warm, inviting space inside, it strikes the perfect balance between lively and relaxed.
The menu is carefully crafted with high-quality ingredients and thoughtful flavour pairings that make every dish memorable.
If you’re looking for a rooftop spot in London with great food, a vibrant setting, and an unbeatable vibe,
The Broadcaster is a must-visit.
And if you’re lucky enough to visit in the summer? Well, I’m already jealous.
