ENTREE The ground-floor restaurant has a pleasing view of lawns dotted with trees and, incongruously, fragments of decaying running track (the building occupies the site of the old White City stadium). Unfortunately, window seats are limited and, once away from the light, the place feels like a motorway service area - a mood that blond-wood furnishings and cheery blue-and-yellow decor cannot dispel.
MAIN DISH Forget the '80s Terry Wogan stereotype that made BBC grub into a British Standard for bad food - the eating here is pretty good. The extensive menu (including vegetarian and vegan options) ranges from poached salmon fillets, beef tomatoes stuffed with spinach and ricotta to a full roast dinner with spotted dick and custard to follow. Programme makers may criticise the corporation's new commercial culture, but it has at least resulted in competitive tendering for catering facilities and consequently a decent dining experience.
DESSERT For those with less time or smaller appetites, there is a deli option that serves a range of snacks, including filled baguettes, baked potatoes and fruit. Unlike the main restaurant, which is open only at lunchtime, the deli opens at 8am for breakfast and doesn't close until seven in the evening.
WHINE LIST Time-served staffers bemoan the demise of dinner ladies and their personal touch, but for me the lowlight was the brackish machine coffee. And a bill over five quid is a lot to pay for a subsidised meal.