Food discoveries, reviews and rants from the borough of Islington. Plus craft beer, coffee, and other good stuff.
Saturday, 22 December 2012
Christmas In Camden Passage
To my mind, for most of the year, the confusingly-named Camden Passage - in the heart of Islington - is the sort of place that gives Islington a bad name. And when I say a bad name, I mean the popular perception that Islington is entirely populated with middle-class champagne socialists, lazily repeated in the media as recently as The Independent's review of John Salt. While there is no denying that Islington has its fair share of yuppies and Guardian-readers, reflected in several of the borough's more ghastly foodie landmarks such as Ottolenghi and La Fromagerie, anyone who lives in Islington for a reasonable stretch of time will find it to be a diverse and multicultural borough, with large areas highly resistant to gentrification. I spend most of the year avoiding both shops of any kind, apart from food shops of course, and the more smug enclaves of Islington such as Amwell Street, with it's matching ye-olde shop-fronts.
But at Christmas time, Camden Passage becomes more attractive. It really does come into its own. Mid-winter is a good time to treat yourself to a bit of luxury and pretend you're posh, at least for a week or so. Drink champagne, eat from white tablecloths, walk into shops selling pointless luxuries at absurd prices and act like you belong there. At this time of year I suddenly feel the need to look in wooden furniture shops and leaf through Japanese prints in a desperate search for gifts which will appear to be thoughtful and appropriate. Many of Camden Passage's restaurants and cafes seem more fitting at this time of year as well. The Austrian cafe Kipferl feels a very comforting place to stop for coffee and cake, and a respite from shopping. The wooden panelling decor makes it feel like a ski-lodge where you can, for a short time, metaphorically remove your uncomfortable boots. There are interesting lunch options too. The Elk In The Woods is a popular brunch spot, and the inclusion of frikadeller (Danish meatballs), served with a hearty shot of some kind of spirit, is perfect for a winter lunch. Having a strong Scandinavian connection in my family, frikadeller are inextricably associated with Christmas for me. Islington-stalwart Frederick's may not be highly rated for its food, but it does have that white tablecloth comfort thing going on in a good way.
This year Camden Passage has been improved a great deal, partly by the excellent Coffee Works Project (although I'm not wild about the whole coffee in a glass thing), but mainly by the new Passage Sundays market stalls. There are several markets in Islington that are doing their best to make life better for us, but this one really does bring some quality producers and makes for a very pleasant foodie stroll on a Sunday. Firstly, the brilliant Hansen & Lydersen smoked salmon stall. This stuff is not cheap, but it is Christmas. And it is the best smoked salmon you can buy, juicy, moist and smoky, available either in whole sides, 100g packs, or handy Scandinavian-style open sandwiches to munch right away. Hansen & Lydersen do their smoking in a little hut off Stoke Newington Church St but were previously around in market-stall form only down in Maltby Street. A great addition. Then there is the bakery stall run by Elliots Cafe (the most excellent place just by Borough Market). If there is any better bread available in Islington than the white sourdough from this stall I have yet to try it. Really good bread is one of those things that really does improve a person's quality of life. I feel sorry for people who don't eat bread. There is a very nice stall run by the Wild Game Co selling, err, game, and a high-quality pie stall that also does scotch eggs and the like. I've never understood the mania for cupcakes that some adults have, but if you are one of those people then there are cupcakes too. If you need a pint after all that shopping then the pubs at either end of Camden Passage are fine, but you might feel a bit cannier if you ducked down a side street to the Charles Lamb or the Earl of Essex. It is Christmas after all.
Passage Sundays
Camden Passage
London N1
The Elk In The Woods
37-39 Camden Passage
London N1 8EA
http://www.the-elk-in-the-woods.co.uk
Kipferl
20 Camden Passage
London N1 8ED
http://www.kipferl.co.uk
Thursday, 29 November 2012
Aand Another Vowel Please – Naamyaa, Isarn, and Thai Food in Islington
Thai food: the best of things, the worst of things. At its
best, Thai food is a match for the best food in the world, and has an
all-life-is-here quality. Certainly an all-flavours-are-here quality. On the
flipside, nothing is more frustrating than the bland, overly sweet Thai food
available all over town, in supermarkets, pubs, market stalls, and chain
restaurants. I feel like thrusting David Thompson's brilliant 'Thai Food' book,
with its oft-repeated phrases like "it should taste hot, sweet, sour, and
salty" into the hands of those responsible. With Islington having been chosen
as the first location in a new Thai "all day modern Bangkok cafe" chain,
Naamyaa, from Alan Yau – he of Busaba Eathai, Hakkasan, Yauatcha, Wagamamma,
etc. – it seemed like as good a time as any to do a blog about Thai food and
what is available in the borough.
Thai food is responsible for many great food moments in my
life. The first time I ever ate Thai food, in a restaurant called the Chiang
Mai in Frith Street in the 1980s. A revelation, as it was to many at that time,
new experience after new experience. Then the first time I ate real Thai food in
Thailand, expectations low, in a non-descript caff in Phukhet called 'Mai Porn'
(I have always assumed that means something different in Thai to the English
meaning), with red Formica tables. I was absolutely blown away, and got high on
the food. The first time I attempted Thai food myself, from a recipe in Keith
Floyd's 'Far Flung Floyd' book .. well, the result may not have been great to
an expert, but I was very pleased, amazed in fact, that I could make something
that tasted that good so easily. Since then I have discovered David Thompson's
bible and never looked back.
One of the things I love about Thai food tradition (apart
from the awesome food) is eating with a spoon. It makes you feel like a baby,
in a good way, i.e. in a the-world-is-taking-care-of-my-needs sort of way
rather than a frustrated-and-powerless sort of way. My one strict policy with
Thai food in London is never to order green curry. Although I consider it one
of the ten best dishes ever invented, ordering it in London is bound to be
disappointing, as it always seems to taste bland with neither a sufficient
chilli kick, depth, or much flavour of chicken. Far better to make your own
following David Thompson's recipe with good quality chicken (yeah I know, I’ll
shut up about that book now) - easy to do, and always superior to anything you
get in the street or restaurants in Britain.
On to Naamyaa then, and while I am not a huge fan of the
Alan Yau model of founding a good restaurant or chain then selling it on (with
the inevitable decline in quality that follows), it must be said that the guy
is free to do what he likes and it's really none of my business. It should also
be said that overall his activities have made a huge contribution to
increasing the quality of food available in London and the UK.
Anyway, Naamyaa. I have to say I was attracted by the 'concept'
(horrible word) of a Thai all-day cafe - I love anything that stays open all
day, except Starbucks – which would be based around Khanom Jin noodle dishes
and include a breakfast menu. First impressions of the interior were
disappointing in that it didn't seem to match this idea at all, in fact it clashes with it quite strikingly – its all a bit
pazzazzy and feels much more like the lobby of a snazzy New York hotel than a
Thai cafe. It smells of money. Some people will like it I'm sure. I did like the food though. The beef curry Khanom Jin noodle set was very tasty indeed, and I liked the accompaniments and the soup it came with. As soon as I put it in my mouth it tasted like proper Thai food. You know, like, Thai Thai food. I'll leave it up to any Thai London food bloggers out there to tell me whether this was actually an authentic experience or not. All I can tell you is that it didn't disappoint me in the way that Thai food normally does. I did not get as stuck into the menu as I would have liked, which is partly why this post is more about first-impressions and comparisons than a full 'review', but the food was definitely good enough, and good enough value, to make me want to return with a larger party and pig out. The menu also has a Laksa section, which is intruiging (I generally associate Laksa with Malaysia and Singapore), and even burgers, which I doubt I would ever get round to trying.
The beer selection is pretty boring for a new opening, and
poorly matched with the food, but they are hardly alone in that. The one
concession to proper beer is a very bland Meantime pale ale, while the food is
crying out for a sharp bitter hoppy ale, or a good quality wheat beer. Places
like this need to get with the programme when it comes to beer. London is
changing. As Bob Dylan might say, something is happening here but you don't
know what it is.
A little stroll up Upper Street from Naamyaa, Isarn has
been around for a good few years now, and has always had its fans. My one
previous visit, shortly after it opened, was a disappointment, particularly
given the slightly overdone hype when it opened. I seem to remember there was
some much-mentioned connection to Alan Yau at the time. On my return recently I
sampled the £6.95 bento-style lunch sets, and I have to say it was incredible
value. Tender chicken satay, delicious and hot duck red curry, again with
tender meat (duck curry is so often tough) and some fruit. My return to Isarn
was so impressive that I felt foolish to have ignored it all this time. As with
Naamyaa I intend to revisit for a full a la carte meal soon. We'll skip past the profoundly mediocre chain Thai Square, which gives me horrific acid-flashbacks of a time when I used to have to attend stilted work lunches in the City, on the occasion of somebody leaving or a dull executive type from overseas visiting. Hardly Thai Square's fault perhaps, but its not going to make me big them up any. And they don't need my help anyway. Mediocrity sells.
Nid Ting at the Archway end of Holloway Road is definitely worth
a mention. It is a very nice local Thai, run by a charming family, and benefits
from its location in Archway which, while not exactly a desert, is not overly
blessed with good restaurants. It is too brightly lit and has daft Thai pop
music piped into the restaurant, but that kind of adds to the authenticity for
me. So, nice to have if you live nearby, but perhaps unlikely to inspire foodie
pilgrimages. The Thai Corner Cafe on St Pauls Road is pleasant enough for a
relaxed meal with friends, but it is definitely not going to win any awards. The
Thai stall on Chapel Market is in the same vein as similar stalls around London
– nice enough for a quick lunch in the park, but somewhat bland and a million
miles away from street food as it would be in Thailand. I'd rather that such
stalls were there than not there, I just wish they were a lot better than they
are.
Naamyaa on first evidence then, has to be considered a good
addition to the area and definitely worth checking out. Isarn is hanging in
there too - highly recommended for a nice, good value lunch. Thai food in general remains yet another useful foodie metaphor for life
– moments of joy punctuated with moments of disappoinment, but hopefully
improving imperceptibly along the way.
Naamyaa Cafe
407 St John Street
London EC1V 4AB
http://www.naamyaa.com/
Nid Ting
533 Holloway Road
London N19 4BT
020 7263 0506
Isarn
119 Upper Street
London N1 1QP
http://www.isarn.co.uk/
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Sunday, 18 November 2012
Bricking It - Ben Spalding at John Salt
As you may have noticed, Foodie Islington is not really a
finger-on-the-pulse, get-in-there-first type of blog, coming at you live from
the opening of the latest gourmet pizza pop-up or the David Chang guest slot at
the St John Hotel. But when I discovered that one of the most exciting and
talked-about chefs in London, Ben Spalding (ex of Roganic, and the highly-regarded
Hackney summer pop-up Stripped Back) was to be in residence for six months at
John Salt, a new bar/restaurant smack in the middle of Upper Street, Islington,
AND that an intrepid foodie friend was prepared to brave the reservations
system and make a booking for a party which included little old me, well ... it
would have been positively rude not to accept. So here we are, coming at you
live from, well, not quite the opening of the place (it has has been open a
week or so) but pretty close.
The site, just opposite St Mary’s Church, although a
terrific space, does not have a particularly illustrious history. The previous
trendy-bar incarnation, Keston Lodge, had its fans, but I was not sorry to see
it go. Before that it was briefly an All Bar One, in the days when every other
pub was an All Bar One. (Confession: Bless me Father for I have sinned. I ... I
... may have ... um ... liked All Bar
One at the Angel when it first opened.) Going further back, this was once the
notorious Murray’s Bar, which back in the days of being thrown unceremoniously
out of pubs at 11:05 (by staff treating you as a despised enemy) was known as a
place where you could pay a quid or so to get in and carry on drinking. You had
to really want that last drink pretty badly to brave the charming young thugs
who filled the place. It later changed its name to Xanadus and became more of a
meat-market nightclub. I once saw a young woman punch another woman in the face
for "looking at her" in here. Ah, those were the days ..
Sorry, drifted off into nostalgic reverie there. So, Ben
Spalding is now at John Salt. The bar area has been nicely done out in
not-too-pretentious fashion, and a range of interesting sounding cocktails are
on offer along with a very decent selection of craft beer, including the likes
of Kernel on tap, and nice imports from Bear Republic, Flying Dog, and Brooklyn
Brewery in bottle. The bar menu is different and tempting, with all dishes
under £10. Not many bar menus have sandwiches using crispy chicken skin instead
of bread, or blowtorched lettuce. For the sake of thoroughness (in other words,
for your sake, not mine) I plan to investigate the bar dishes fully in the very
near future.
For now though, there were just the 12 courses on the
weekend set menu to keep us going. I need to say right now that the food is
incredible – surprising, playful, interesting, and most importantly, delicious.
I should also say that the welcome provided by all of the staff is superb - warm,
relaxed and professional. The chefs make a point of coming out to say hello to
diners, but not in the wanky do-you-want-my-autograph way you get in some
restaurants. They all seem like genuinely nice people who are happy to come out
and meet people and exchange a bit of banter.OK that's (most of) the fawning out of the way. We should get on to the food. Absolutely every course had something interesting and memorable about it. Firstly, the pre-menu nibbles are amazing, the short-rib 'bite' my favourite, but there are also crisps and a kind of miso soup. Then breads, with a variety of butters which are all different and all wonderful to eat. At the risk of sounding like someone on LSD, you find yourself actually thinking about butter, what it is, and how it is made. Then the 30-ingredient salad (there are plans afoot for a 50-ingredient upgrade, in case that's not enough for you), which is provided with it's own menu of flavours for you to identify, which is actually very good fun. Every mouthful has something different, a box of tricks. Then a superb mushroom course, Hen of the Woods, with lettuce and accompaniments, and a scallop 'sandwich' involving kiwi fruit, some kind of ham, truffle, and 'cider butter'.
The gimmicky dish which is getting a lot of attention, Chicken on a Brick, is very tasty indeed. Why is it served on a brick? I have no idea. It's a bit of fun. Perhaps, dare I say it, something of a piss-take. I can easily imagine a chef chuckling at the sight of a roomful of uber-foodies licking bricks. Whatever. The food is so good and so innovative I'm not sure I can be bothered with a pretension vs genius debate.
So there I was. I had come full circle from the Xanadus days, from being the chicken bricking it at the sight of aggro to being a trendy and with-it diner eating chicken from a brick. And then licking a brick. (At school they used to ask if you were "chewing a brick". They never used to ask about licking bricks.)
The brick is followed by a rainbow trout course involving 'rotten mango juice' (tasted fine to me), then a Vacherin risotto enhanced by a grilled cucumber dressing which made me resolve there and then to start grilling cucumbers more often. Heel of beef cooked in wine and kimchi was as delicious as it sounds, the kimchi element very subtle.
Palate cleansers were served in pre-Thatcher school milk
bottles, then came desserts. It's not often you see desserts with names like 'Cucumber
& Peanut Butter', and 'Fennel'. The first of these was an a-la-recherche-du-temps-perdu
recapturing of a Ben Spalding childhood experience, the addition of muscat grape
jam transforming it to a real dessert. I was reminded of a moment from my own
childhood, perhaps not recalled since, eating peanut butter from the inside of
a metal toy crocodile. (I'm not sure how it got in there. I suppose I must have
put it there.)
The meal was rounded off with superb coffee, into which the
same care and attention had gone as every other course. The smoothness and
flavours were amazing. My only tiny gripe with the evening would be the volume of the music from the
bar downstairs, but presumably this is a Friday and Saturday night thing. Lunch
might be a better bet for a quieter meal.
I'm very glad that fine food such as this doesn't have quite
the same you-can-never-go-back qualities as fine wine or (the cheaper
alternative) high-quality craft beers. Otherwise I might find myself losing
friends and possibly even family members by insisting on rotten mango juice
with my fish, or only eating chicken from a brick. No, going back to marmite on
toast is fine, and from what I hear that’s the kind of thing chefs eat when
they get home as well.
We might not be eating here every day, but it
really is pretty exciting to have a chef as ambitious, adventurous, and plain
talented as Ben Spalding working and developing on our doorstep. I can only
hope this thing lasts longer than the stated six months. I will be strolling
back down Upper Street at the earliest opportunity for more adventures. If I can get
another reservation. If not, there's always the bar.Ben Spalding at John Salt
131 Upper Street
London N1 1QP
http://john-salt.com
Saturday, 10 November 2012
Hix Oyster & Chop House (or, In Defence Of Hix)
Being relatively new to this food-blogging lark, I may well
have missed a memo on this, but it seems to have become fashionable to slag off
Mark Hix and his restaurants. The latest venture, The Tramshed, in an area I
used to call Old Street but is now called Shoreditch or Hoxton or whatever, has
taken a particular battering, including what I thought – without having visited
myself - was a harsh review by the normally excellent John Lanchester in The Guardian
criticising the place for having only chicken and steak on the menu. (Chicken
and steak ... what's not to like? I can’t wait to go.) I love places with short
menus. I like places where the waiters or waitresses tell you what to order. I
like places that focus on doing one thing well, be it Pho, steak, doughnuts, or
whatever. I would think the advice on The Tramshed would be: if you don't want
chicken or steak, don’t go there. Lanchester's replacement at the Guardian, Marina O'Loughlin, of whom I am also a fan, was equally scathing in her review for the Metro, even suggesting that Hix's reputation was based on having friends in the
right places. Various food bloggers have also weighed in to add to the sense that it is quite the thing to disapprove of Hix. I don't know Mark Hix, or anyone that knows him, but I will
forgive him if he has friends, including friends in the same business as him.
Likewise I hope his detractors have friends that would do them a favour if they
could.
A notable exception to this is Time Out, who recently
awarded The Tramshed their Best New Meat Restaurant award and generally seem inordinately
enamoured of all things Hix. Perhaps their over-enthusiasm has helped spur the
mini backlash. While I must admit I am not a huge fan of the Hix restaurant in
Soho, despite having met food hero Bruno Loubet in there (he was at the next table so I shook his hand and played the fan boy), there is no doubt for
me that Mark Hix is on the side of the angels, fighting the good fight, and has
done good things for food in London and the UK in general. Foodies who deride
the likes of Hix, or Jamie Oliver for that matter, remind me of Arsenal fans
who complain about Arsene Wenger. Don’t they remember what it was like twenty
years ago?Anyway, who cares, right? We are only having lunch. And when it comes to lunch, I do very much like the Clerkenwell branch of the Hix empire, Hix Oyster & Chop House, which, as luck would have it for the purposes of this blog, is in Islington. It is a place I have been back to several times, with classy but relaxed decor and atmosphere, and good simple food. It ain't cheap, but then, I don't go there every day. The trick is to go when the city suit types are at a minimum - weekend lunchtimes are good, or maybe the quiet spell just after Christmas (which is a great time to go to restaurants in general). I enjoyed a lovely quiet lunch in good company one Easter weekend, in a half-deserted restaurant.
I should probably say something about the food. Anywhere that serves crackling as a pre-appetiser nibble has already scored several points on this blog and is half way to ten out of ten. Beer is served in ye-oldey pewter tankards, of which there are mini versions for children's drinks such as blood-orange juice. A starter might be some festive oysters, or a crab and samphire salad. When choosing mains, I generally find it hard to resist a Porterhouse steak for two, with Bernaise sauce. (Mmm Bernaise.) There are other tempting options like high-quality pork chops as well, they are just not as tempting as Porterhouse steak. Although generally a beer enthusiast, I do respect the fact that there are rules on some things for good reasons, and order red wine with the Porterhouse. On my last visit a doggy bag was requested for the steak bone, and a classy long black bag which looked like it should be holding champagne or perfume was provided.
Hix Oyster & Chop House is a place I have come to associate it with quiet, relaxed celebrations, and would heartily recommend it to anyone for that purpose. The emphasis is on quality British ingredients rather than anything fancy or ground-breaking. It may not be the latest thing with the foodierati, and there are no bubblegum-flavoured fois-gras sliders being served, but pick the right time to go and you will have a meal that is memorable for all the right reasons.
Hix Oyster & Chop House
36-37 Greenhill Rents
Cowcross Street
London EC1M 6BN
http://www.hixoysterandchophouse.co.uk
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Friday, 26 October 2012
Because It's Worth It - Bistrot Bruno Loubet
The first time I walked into Bistrot Bruno Loubet, it was a
Tuesday lunchtime, around noon. The man himself was in the kitchen, in his
whites. A good sign. I had offered to "research" venues for a work Christmas
lunch, and was nobly pounding the streets looking for a suitable place, perhaps
sampling here and there as I went. They didn't have room for us for our lunch,
but I decided to sit at the bar and order a little cheeky lunch of my own,
while I was there. I am not the kind of person to whom solo
dining comes naturally, but from the start I could not have felt more
comfortable. Second good sign. Anyway I love sitting at the bar. Service always
seems to be better because you can always attract someone's attention. Not
wanting to overdo the whole treating-myself-for-no-reason thing, I skipped the
tempting starters and stuck to a main course, with a glass of wine as a
condiment. Choosing from the menu was agonising, but I plumped for a seafood
cannelloni, and resolved to return many times. They brought me the bread, which
is up there with the best restaurant bread I have ever eaten, the onion bread
in particular. The good signs were piling up. Being a solo diner I got a whole
basket of it to myself. The cannelloni was delicious, a great dish perfectly
cooked, as they might say on Masterchef. Afterwards I had a coffee, which came
with a little chocolate, and the bill came to less than £30, for what had felt
like an utterly luxurious and stolen lunch.
Since then I have been back, both solo and accompanied, to
sample the Hare Royale and other things I had missed on that first visit, and
have never left disappointed. Recently the menu was overhauled, which gave
me the excuse I needed to write a blog post about it. A dinner for four was
arranged, and as expected, every dish was delicious, with the possible
exception of an ever-so-slightly dry flourless chocolate cake. Wonderful bread
as usual, incredible guinea-fowl Boudin Blanc in a small Garbure soup, braised
oxtail, saddle of hare. (Sounds good, right? It is.) Mashed potato that is done
in that proper way I never seem to manage at home. Tonka bean crème brûlée. I had been slightly nervous
going in as I had raved about the place so much to my companions, who had never
been before, but I shouldn’t have worried. The place is a banker. The good
kind of banker.
I have no idea whether Bistrot Bruno Loubet has a Michelin
star or not, and I don't care. I get the impression that the owners care much
more about customers having an enjoyable time than they do about any Michelinigans.
What I do know is that the value is outstanding. It is not a cheap restaurant,
but for the quality of cooking, atmosphere, and service, I struggle to think of
where you can get better value for money for this kind of meal. It is fancy and
luxurious, but not at all stuffy, quite relaxed in atmosphere. It feels like
the owners have really tried to make it the kind of place they would like to go
to themselves. When you want a really nice, table-clothy kind of meal, without
having to pay through the nose for it, and you don’t want to travel too far,
this is the place. Or if you are just passing by yourself at lunchtime, you
could always pop in and treat yourself. I won’t say "because you’re worth it".
That would be cheesy. I’ll just say that Bistrot Bruno Loubet is.
St John’s Square
86-88 Clerkenwell Road
London EC1M 5RJhttp://www.bistrotbrunoloubet.com
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Friday, 19 October 2012
Old School - M. Manze
If you go to restaurants and eating places a lot, their
appearance and menus can start to look a bit samey. M Manze, one of the few
remaining traditional pie & mash shops in London, will take you on a proper
little mini-break back in time, and feels more like stepping into another world
than many places that consciously strive for that effect. Plus, a visit here is
considerably cheaper than a visit to Bob Bob Ricard. And its not just the
natural, time-worn, un-designed, old-fashioned appearance of the place that I like.
M Manze is full of older people, and they are welcome and
at-home here. London spends a lot of time patting itself on the back about how
far it has come as a city over the past twenty years, how culturally diverse it
is, and how great the food is these days (and of course, I am as guilty of this
as the next foodie), but it has some way to go when it comes to being properly
inclusive of the old and the young in the way that seems so natural in, for
instance, Asia or Southern Europe. One of the best things about New York is
that you actually see people in their 80s eating alone or in couples in buzzy
restaurants, in areas like the West Village. Restaurants should have grannies in
them, and they should have children in them. Anyone who doesn’t like it can
bugger off and found a Logan's Run-style community somewhere and live trendily ever
after.
OK sorry, rant over. As I was saying, I like this place. The
food? Well, the pies are the thing. Mmm pie. (Jellied eels, not so much.) Delicious
and appetising pastry is the essential feature of a pie, and these babies have
it in spades. You can forgive a bit with the filling if the pastry is done
right. The mash, scraped onto the side of the plate in the traditional way, is
proper mashed potato, the right thick texture for shepherd's pie or .. er ..
pie & mash. Its not buttery and its not creamy, but it is potatoey, fresh
and genuine (i.e. made of potatoes, unlike whatever it was I used to get served
at school). Being a pie & mash shop, the food here is, as Michel Roux Jr
might say, "not refined", but it is good wholesome comfort food, and just the
thing if you are struck by hunger while browsing iPhone covers in the market. If
you are really hungry you can have double pie & mash, or double pie &
double mash, until you’re ready to quit. The liquor, yes, it is very bland,
but inoffensive to my taste buds ... a bit like school dinner food.
I have heard people talk about other pie & mash shops
that are supposed to be better than this one, but they always seem to be
located in the middle of nowhere (i.e. South London somewhere), and frankly, I’m
not prepared to travel that far for pie & mash, however good and however
cheap. But if you offer me a nice hot pie in a proper old-school gaff,
conveniently situated Up Chap (that is, for the benefit of any non-Islingtonians,
in Chapel Market), I might just pop in once in a while.
M. Manze
74 Chapel MarketLondon N1 9ER
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Friday, 12 October 2012
Yipin China, and Chinese Food in Islington
For a long time, if anyone had asked me to recommend where
to go in Islington for good Chinese food, I would have said "sure, no
problem, go to a tube station, get on the Picadilly line, and go to Chinatown
or Queensway". And while I do my best with this blog to big-up worthy
local Islington businesses, sometimes you just have to say that's not something
we do that well around here.
Whilst I admired Youngs on Upper Street for it's staying power, that was roughly the extent of my admiration. Although I must admit to enjoying my meal on the few occasions I ate there, that was a reflection of my own low standards (i.e. I inevitably enjoy more or less any Chinese meal however cheesy or low-quality, and enjoy a greasy inauthentic takeaway as much as the next man) rather than anything of interest on offer there. Youngs has now finally gone the way of all restaurants, to be replaced by a branch of another long-standing stalwart of Upper Street mediocrity, Le Mercury. (I feel no guilt writing this since the place seems to be permanently packed regardless of anyone's opinion, so they don't need any help from me.)
Yipin China
70-72 Liverpool Road
London N1 OQD
http://www.yipinchina.co.uk
Whilst I admired Youngs on Upper Street for it's staying power, that was roughly the extent of my admiration. Although I must admit to enjoying my meal on the few occasions I ate there, that was a reflection of my own low standards (i.e. I inevitably enjoy more or less any Chinese meal however cheesy or low-quality, and enjoy a greasy inauthentic takeaway as much as the next man) rather than anything of interest on offer there. Youngs has now finally gone the way of all restaurants, to be replaced by a branch of another long-standing stalwart of Upper Street mediocrity, Le Mercury. (I feel no guilt writing this since the place seems to be permanently packed regardless of anyone's opinion, so they don't need any help from me.)
There is the underrated and under-promoted Ye’s on St Paul’s
Road, which does deserve at least a mention in a survey of Chinese food around
these parts. The owners of Ye’s are from Dong Bei in North Eastern China, which
from what I can make out is part of Guangzhou (correct me if this is wrong). They
have that most maddening of things, a Chinese menu, which is given to Chinese
customers but not Western-looking customers unless they specifically ask for
it. The English menu is full of the standard Cantonese/British takeaway stuff
with pineapples in it and whatnot. The Chinese menu has Dong Bei dishes and
Szechuan dishes. So if you know what you are doing and probe the owners you can
have stuff like whelks & cucumber, tofu skin salad, twice-cooked pork,
morning glory with fermented tofu, and so on, but they don’t make it easy for
you. There are often groups of young Chinese eating those steamboat things, but
the place is not nearly as full as it could be. Foodies walk by on the street
outside, on their way to Trullo a couple of doors down. If this place was
promoted as what it really is, rather than what they seem to think people want,
it would surely be packed out.
Anyway. The Hunanese restaurant Yipin China has turned up on
Liverpool Road and is not nearly so shy about promoting its specialities. It
really is a good restaurant, with an interesting menu unashamedly announcing and
illustrating the duck’s tongue and pig’s intestine dishes in English and with
pictures, alongside more standard offerings involving pork (Chairman Mao’s
red-braised pork), chicken, fish and so on. I really like the slightly bizarre
touches as well, like the TV screen facing the street advertising the dishes on
offer.
Peanuts and pickled radish are brought as soon as you sit
down. I may have said this before but I love places that give you something to
eat right away, while you read the menu, to reduce risk of starvation. The menu
has Hunanese, Szechuan, and Cantonese sections, and it is mainly the Hunanese
selections which distinguish it from other menus. Cold dishes such as smacked
cucumbers, ‘man and wife’ offal slices and spiced snails make a nice start to a
meal for me. Cold meats always seem healthier somehow, even if they are
swimming in chilli oil. Everything I have eaten here has been nice, and
interesting – pork spare ribs on glutionous rice, preserved sea bass in liquor,
which has a very concentrated fishy taste. I also like the Chinese approach to
vegetable dishes, which is to put pork in them. Sometimes they seem more like
pork dishes with vegetable additions. The best dish I have eaten here is
dry-wok tofu, which naturally includes pork and is served in one of those
things with a flame which keeps it hot, possibly to mask a certain fatty quality.
Absolutely delicious.
Yipin China is by far the best Chinese restaurant in
Islington that I know of, and the authentic Hunanese menu gives it a distinctive
quality that would, finally, make me point people away from the tube station
and down the street. May it stay as long as Young’s.
Yipin China
70-72 Liverpool Road
London N1 OQD
http://www.yipinchina.co.uk
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
Mmmm Doughnuts - St John
Ahh, St John. Is there a better restaurant in Islington? (No.)
Is there a better restaurant in London? (Debateable.) Nothing much has changed
at St John since it opened in the mid 1990s, apart from the menu, which changes
every day in content if not in style. This is testament to the confidence and
quality that was already there, intact, when it opened, and of the way in which
it sits outside (above) temporary fads and fashions. When nothing changes, it
doesn’t make it easy for the food blogger to find an excuse to write about the
place. I know St John is not smoking hot foodie news that no one knows about,
but I dare say it will be there long after the latest "flash hob" pop-up event
is forgotten.
However, a reason to write about St John in the guise of
reporting new developments has arrived, in the form of doughnuts. ("Doughnuts",
Homer Simpson once asked, "is there anything they can’t do?") These are not
just any doughnuts either, but generally acknowledged to be the Platonic ideal
of doughnuts, which makes them really rather desirable things in anyone’s book.
The doughnuts in question have, until recently, enjoyed a large cult following mainly
from the bakery outpost in the Maltby St area in Bermondsey (actually in Druid
St). A doughnut has to be one charming motherfucking doughnut to make me want
to schlep to Bermondsey early-ish on a Saturday morning. Luckily, they actually
are that good. But even more luckily, Islingtonians can now say goodbye to that
schlepping-to-Bermondsey misery, because the famous dougnuts are available in
the original Farringdon restaurant (nowadays referred to as 'HQ', 'Smithfield' or 'The Mothership') on Thursday
and Friday mornings, if you get there early enough. I recommend the ones with
custard fillings, or there are jam versions if you custardically-challenged, as
my children, bafflingly, are.
You could even have some 'elevenses' while you are there. One
of the many things I love about St John is the way that they revive forgotten or
abandoned foods, meals, and traditions, and present them with a completely
straight face, as though they never went away. Of course one takes a bit of
seed cake with Madeira at 11am – what could be more natural than that? Unless, of course,
you are having Eccles Cake with Lancashire cheese for your elevenses. (Just like you eat 'savouries'
such as Welsh Rarebit, after you have finished your dinner of grouse.) I asked
a staff member what you are supposed to drink with elevenses. He looked
slightly bemused by the question as he answered "anything you like".
I have enjoyed wedding celebrations, birthday celebrations,
and many memorable meals in this restaurant. Some of the very best meals I have
ever eaten have been here. I have had many "what have they done to this?"
moments with apparently simple ingredients such as venison or guinea fowl. I
still have dreams about a walnut and date steamed pudding I ate here circa
1996. I was cured of my Pavlova-scepticism here. I have even had the odd bad dish,
which is to be expected when the menu changes every single day for nearly
twenty years. Unlike many restaurants, St John seem to enjoy serving large
parties or celebrations, as it gives them a chance to do things which they can’t
do when serving individual dishes. Suckling pigs, huge nursery-rhyme sized
pies, or Grand Aioli. A pleasure here can be as large or as small as you like,
whatever takes your fancy. You can hire a private room for a feast. Or you can
have a solo lunch in the bar, usually around £15 for something delicious with
something nice to drink, one of the best bargains in town in my book. Or you
could just have a doughnut. But you might as well get two, while you’re there.
26 St John Street
London EC1M 4AY
https://www.stjohngroup.uk.com/smithfield/
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Monday, 17 September 2012
Pub Time - The North Pole
Is it OK to do another pub yet? We did the sushi thing, the supper club thing, the foraging thing ... it’s pub time, right? Cool. Thanks.
If you are pressed for time or can't be bothered to read the whole of this review of the refurbished North Pole pub on New North Road, I will be nice and shorten it for you. I bloody love this place - great beer, great food, nice decor, charming staff, good value. That's the short version. And I've done the conclusion already. If you want more detail and some mild beer-erotica, read on.
OK, first things first, the most important thing in a pub, the beer. This isn't just one of those places that has one or two slightly dull choices of country ale and a couple of Kernels in the fridge for the 'discerning' (i.e. people who don't like homogenous mass-produced alcoholic cold fizz that is often not even cold or fizzy, or very alcoholic). This place has a stone-cold proper range of cask and keg beers on a par with meccas like Craft in Leather Lane and The Jolly Butchers in Stoke Newington. Six cask ales at a very reasonable £3.20 a pint, four cask ciders for apple heads, and I counted eleven keg beers including the great American classics Flying Dog ‘Doggie-Style’ Pale Ale (a desert-island beer for me) and Brooklyn Lager, as well as the eye-watering, too-strong-for-this-guy ‘Human Canonball’ from the magnificent Huddersfield brewery Magic Rock. (Magic Rock are apparently so-named because they used to sell crystals and what-not to the New Age community. I'm glad they quit the rat race and took up brewing.)
I sampled a suitably sour and farmyard-y Dark Star Saison (Saisons are definitely not for everyone but I was trying to show the bar staff I was serious) and a very nice ‘Sleepless’ American Amber Ale, from Redwillow Brewery in Macclesfield, while perusing the lunch menu. Halves, mind.
It is one of those menus where you want everything on offer. This is exquisite torture for the gastro-gnome. It's good and it's bad. But mainly good. A burger is always tempting in these situations. It certainly looks good in the picture on their website. Then there is the mac & cheese which has been tweeted about enthusiastically by a trusted American source. There are tempting 'snacks' like pints of prawns and chicken wings. Ribs though. Y'know, ribs. For grown-ups. The lady behind the bar recommends jerk chicken. Ribs it is. They have pork (baby back) and beef. I am warned off the beef ribs as difficult to eat, so I order the beef ribs.
The ribs are indeed hardcore and some kind of magic has been done on them; they easily rival those at nearby Dukes Brew & Que, which is a dedicated barbecue joint, and an excellent one at that. The inner parts especially are deliciously moist and beefy, as beefy and satisfying as a good steak to my mind. Not for the faint-hearted though ... put it this way: if you like the St John bone-marrow dish, or if you like bone-marrow in general, you'll love it; if you have any meat-related food fads, you won't. The kind of dish you just cannot eat without alcohol to cut it. Which is OK. This is a pub.
The place itself has some nice nooks and crannies, a garden area, and a games room. I must come back when it is buzzing and full of happy young things. Or maybe not. The older I get, the more I see pubs as a daytime thing. Of all the great stolen pleasures to be had in life, going into an empty pub before midday has to be up there.
The North Pole is a pub that has modernised and cranked up the quality on all fronts without being too, how can I put this ... middle-class about it. It does not feel exclusive in any way. It is not a Gastro-pub, but it does have great food. The food is pub food, which tries to be as good as pub food can be, and largely succeeds. The word 'rocket' does appear on the menu, but only as part of a pulled pork sandwich. So it remains very much a pub in both emphasis and atmosphere. I might have said this before, but my only gripe with this place is that it's not nearer to my house. Or maybe that’s a good thing.
The North Pole
188-190 New North Road
London N1 7BJ
http://thenorthpolepub.co.uk
If you are pressed for time or can't be bothered to read the whole of this review of the refurbished North Pole pub on New North Road, I will be nice and shorten it for you. I bloody love this place - great beer, great food, nice decor, charming staff, good value. That's the short version. And I've done the conclusion already. If you want more detail and some mild beer-erotica, read on.
OK, first things first, the most important thing in a pub, the beer. This isn't just one of those places that has one or two slightly dull choices of country ale and a couple of Kernels in the fridge for the 'discerning' (i.e. people who don't like homogenous mass-produced alcoholic cold fizz that is often not even cold or fizzy, or very alcoholic). This place has a stone-cold proper range of cask and keg beers on a par with meccas like Craft in Leather Lane and The Jolly Butchers in Stoke Newington. Six cask ales at a very reasonable £3.20 a pint, four cask ciders for apple heads, and I counted eleven keg beers including the great American classics Flying Dog ‘Doggie-Style’ Pale Ale (a desert-island beer for me) and Brooklyn Lager, as well as the eye-watering, too-strong-for-this-guy ‘Human Canonball’ from the magnificent Huddersfield brewery Magic Rock. (Magic Rock are apparently so-named because they used to sell crystals and what-not to the New Age community. I'm glad they quit the rat race and took up brewing.)
I sampled a suitably sour and farmyard-y Dark Star Saison (Saisons are definitely not for everyone but I was trying to show the bar staff I was serious) and a very nice ‘Sleepless’ American Amber Ale, from Redwillow Brewery in Macclesfield, while perusing the lunch menu. Halves, mind.
It is one of those menus where you want everything on offer. This is exquisite torture for the gastro-gnome. It's good and it's bad. But mainly good. A burger is always tempting in these situations. It certainly looks good in the picture on their website. Then there is the mac & cheese which has been tweeted about enthusiastically by a trusted American source. There are tempting 'snacks' like pints of prawns and chicken wings. Ribs though. Y'know, ribs. For grown-ups. The lady behind the bar recommends jerk chicken. Ribs it is. They have pork (baby back) and beef. I am warned off the beef ribs as difficult to eat, so I order the beef ribs.
The ribs are indeed hardcore and some kind of magic has been done on them; they easily rival those at nearby Dukes Brew & Que, which is a dedicated barbecue joint, and an excellent one at that. The inner parts especially are deliciously moist and beefy, as beefy and satisfying as a good steak to my mind. Not for the faint-hearted though ... put it this way: if you like the St John bone-marrow dish, or if you like bone-marrow in general, you'll love it; if you have any meat-related food fads, you won't. The kind of dish you just cannot eat without alcohol to cut it. Which is OK. This is a pub.
The place itself has some nice nooks and crannies, a garden area, and a games room. I must come back when it is buzzing and full of happy young things. Or maybe not. The older I get, the more I see pubs as a daytime thing. Of all the great stolen pleasures to be had in life, going into an empty pub before midday has to be up there.
The North Pole is a pub that has modernised and cranked up the quality on all fronts without being too, how can I put this ... middle-class about it. It does not feel exclusive in any way. It is not a Gastro-pub, but it does have great food. The food is pub food, which tries to be as good as pub food can be, and largely succeeds. The word 'rocket' does appear on the menu, but only as part of a pulled pork sandwich. So it remains very much a pub in both emphasis and atmosphere. I might have said this before, but my only gripe with this place is that it's not nearer to my house. Or maybe that’s a good thing.
The North Pole
188-190 New North Road
London N1 7BJ
http://thenorthpolepub.co.uk
Monday, 6 August 2012
Yes It's True - Sushi Tetsu
Whisper it ... the best sushi in London is now to be found
in a little alleyway in Clerkenwell, Islington. No wait, hang on, there’s not much
point whispering it, given the volume of food blogging traffic that has already
been devoted to Sushi Tetsu, and the fact that every day sees a new critic from
a national newspaper visit. Jay Rayner’s gushing review in the Observer may be
the final nail in the coffin for anyone wanting a reservation, for the moment
at least. But if you live or work locally, you can probably afford to wait for
the phone traffic to die down a bit.
Sushi Tetsu
12 Jerusalem Passage
London EC1V 4JP
020 3217 0090
http://sushitetsu.co.uk
Every now and then, maybe once a year or so, I come across a
food experience that is genuinely new. The cocktail that evaporates in your
mouth at the Fat Duck, or the first time eating a real Thai curry in Thailand. Going
back a bit further, the first time I ate the signature St John dish, roast bone
marrow with parsley salad. Maybe I’m betraying a little inexperience of a
proper no-nonsense, high-quality sushi joint, but I’ve never eaten anywhere
quite like this, and had the same combination of excellent food and relaxed,
otherworldly atmosphere.
It's not that I haven't eaten the foods I was given in Sushi
Tetsu before. Just not this good, and not in this way. Many hardcore foodies have already blogged or reviewed Sushi
Testu and are better qualified than me to comment on whether it is "the
best sushi in London", in the words of the 'scary' Masterchef critic Andy Hayler, who was sitting in one of the seven seats on our visit (and who turned
out to be a very nice man, who didn't tap his watch once). All I can say is, it’s
the best sashimi and sushi I’ve ever eaten.
So it’s very hard to do anything other than add to the
chorus of praise that has been heaped on Sushi Tetsu. It certainly ain’t cheap,
but if you can afford it, then believe the hype. (Expect to pay at least £50 a
head, more like £100 if you get stuck into the sake.) Sushi Tetsu is one of
those places that is both expensive and good value. You will need a whole
afternoon, or a whole evening, and my advice is to ask for ‘omakase’ or chef’s
choice, forget the bill, relax and enjoy.
While the cooking and the food have many things in common
with haute cuisine - very high quality ingredients, perfectionism in preparation,
technique and execution, beautiful presentation, the sense of someone wanting
to do something as well as it can be done, for it's own sake – the warm welcome
and the relaxed atmosphere created by chef Toru Takahashi and his wife and
front-of-house make this something altogether more comfortable and convivial.
We ended up chatting animatedly with the chef and the other diners in the seven
seats around the bar.
I can only hope that the charming and humble owners do not
get cheesed off with all the attention and hype. Chef Toru is an alumni of Nobu
amongst other places, and is aiming for an authentic back-to-basics approach
with his new venture. (There is only sushi and sashimi served, with the
emphasis on ingredients, the main modern touch being created by a trusty
blowtorch which is occasionally used to lend a smoky flavour to a raw prawn or
scallop.) He seems bemused and slightly alarmed by the level of attention he is
getting. If they stay, I can see Sushi Tetsu taking a place alongside St John
and Moro in the Pantheon of great London restaurants based in the Clerkenwell
area. Like those places, it’s the passion for what they are doing, rather than
commercial considerations, that comes across most strongly. Whatever happens,
Sushi Tetsu is a wonderful addition to the area, and to London.
Sushi Tetsu
12 Jerusalem Passage
London EC1V 4JP
020 3217 0090
http://sushitetsu.co.uk
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