|Classic Cafes fan (and our man in the
Lobby) Mark Gould writes: "This is an upmarket [chalet-style]
cafe with pretensions to being a restaurant, located at the junction
of Marsham Street and Great Peter Street in the Westminster Village.
Tevere is milk chocolate brown inside; all dark dark wood panels
and grey net curtains. The waitresses are black-clad Roman ladies,
smothered in creamy make-up and always just slightly on the side
of being annoyed at your very existence. The clientele are lovelorn
House of Commons researchers (sharing a carafe of house white
and sobbing over their MP's infidelities), grumbling hacks and
passed-over civil servants in shiny Burton's suits gossiping
and grinding their teeth at the very word 'Blair'. You can easily
imagine Ted Heath gliding by in his ministerial Rover or Enoch
Powell sitting at a table in a three piece suit with double-breasted
waistcoat pounding out 'Tiber foaming with blood' speeches (Tevere
is Italian for 'Tiber'). All in all, a moribund masterpiece.
And the tea is nice."