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  • Soho: +44 (0)207 287 4447
  • Manchester: +44 (0)161 711 1007
  • Lunch Bookings: +44 (0)207 478 0504
  • Takeaway Order: +44 (0)207 478 0507
  • Email us: info@randallandaubin.com

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We take LUNCH TIME BOOKINGS ONLY, Sunday - Friday between 12-5.30pm.
To make a booking ring 0207 478 0504
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Opening Hours

We only take lunchtime bookings at these times:-

Sunday - Friday between 12pm - 5.30pm Saturday: no bookings Outside of these hours we do not take bookings, but we would be delighted to welcome you to our restaurant. Our restaurant manager will greet you upon arrival and will ensure that the wait for your table is comfortable and entertaining by offering drinks and looking after you during your wait. Our guests can enjoy the vibrant and lively Soho atmosphere on Brewer Street - the perfect introduction to a fabulous night with us beneath the disco ball.

Latest News

Our commitment to quality, provenance and sustainability ...
As you might already be aware of, at Randall & Aubin we are seafood fanatics and we are proud of the completely unique nature of what we sell in our restaurant. We have sought class A prime seafood, which isnt often available anywhere else - premium products that are the best quality that money can buy. Do click to read more to see how passionate we are about this. We want you to have the best that is available and the freshest ..
Come and celebrate the 'Year of the Dog' with us on 17th February 2018
On Saturday 17th February, the streets around Soho and Chinatown will be transformed with even more vibrancy, colour and Far Eastern charm than usual, as the place erupts in celebration for Chinese New Year. Click to read all about our special menu and information about The Year of the Dog!
Valentine's Day at Randall & Aubin - prepare to be lovestruck!
Ooh matron! Regulars of ours will already know that we do things a little differently at Randall & Aubin on 14th February! Forget stale rows of tables of two, each sporting a white table cloth and a wilting red rose in a vase of murky water, and the wincing sound of cutlery clinking on plates, punctuating the bars of the same classic violin medley you heard on loop last year Were the place with the disco ball and, lets face it, were more furry handcuffs than red roses, more feather tickler than violin music and more kinky dice than a half-bottle of Champagne and an overpriced three-course meal of which you only like sound of the main if you see what we mean.