Friday, 14 August 2009

The Restaurant at St Paul's

As a proud Londoner I’m saddened to admit that I’ve never set foot inside St Paul's Cathedral.

There are numerous reasons and they don’t include an aversion to tourists but it’s the preposterous admission charges that take the biscuit. Entry to either of the Cathedral of Notre-Dame in Paris or the Duomo of Florence is free. It therefore beggars belief that a levy of eleven quid is imposed on us just to catch a glimpse of the inside of Wren’s masterpiece.

If admission charges are reverted to my faves like the National Gallery or the Tate Modern, I’m packing my bags and legging off to Almaty instead.

Food/photobloggers, this is subterranean dining, daylight is not to our advantage so take heed. The Restaurant is relatively small but with the help of the vaguely momentous vaulted ceilings, there’s a sense of defaulted largeness about it. This place draws to a close when the cathedral shuts its doors by six in the evening, so it needs to thrive as much as it can on the lunches and afternoon teas that are the mainstays of the operation. The impression that I get from The Restaurant is the Englishness tag; from the wines served to the provenance of the ingredients. After all St Paul's is decidedly English. The staff who waited on me were hardly English, they were Europeans who were possibly more articulate than I’ll ever be with the language of the universe. The service was utterly charming and exceptional. The Italian deputy front-of-house was the sort of chap who might well be poached by other restaurants if encountered, he was gregariously efficient.

Interestingly when I turned up I was surprised to note that the lunch crowds were all blokes, not necessarily of the pinstripe-suited variety but an eclectic mix nonetheless. Despite being the odd one out (tousled beyond belief), I was made to feel welcome and felt totally at ease here.

The inconspicuous looking chairs are worthy of a mention. For furniture spotters and design geeks alike, these wishbone-backed chairs are the Y-Chairs designed by Hans Wegner. They’re not cheap at two hundred pounds each; in fact the same chairs were seen at the Vietnamese canteen, Café East (my suspicions simply cannot vouch for their authenticity there!).

There’s no a la carte menu here, the fixed priced lunches comprise of either two or three courses. Each course consists of a well-defined number of up to five dish options, which’s good enough for me.

First course of wood pigeon, pointed cabbage and herb salad

If I ever see pigeon written on a menu, I ignore the other dishes immediately. Pigeons are the hardest working ones of the bird kingdom, they overexert themselves purely to find food. Like myself they think of food every second, the meat is inherently tough and that’s regardless of whether it came from Trafalgar Square or the wood pigeon from out in the sticks. As you can see the warm slices of this misunderstood bird is beautifully pink and tender. The accompanying herb salad was excellent but I wasn’t enthralled by the cabbage, personally I’d much rather see chicory on the plate instead. That aside, this was a near perfect starter for summer.

Second course of cep spiced roast pollock, samphire and cucumber

I’ll be the first person to put my hand up and shout out pollock or pollack is one most bland tasting fish that one can eat. Come to think of it I think the underestimated pike carries more depth and flavour. I ordered the fish because of my deviousness, I wanted to test the kitchen out. Once again from the photo, the fish flakes off faultlessly and this only goes to confirm that the chefs are deft at cooking fish. The excellent seasoning was enough to dispel any concerns I have for this fish. As for the wonderful samphire, I’m quietly happy that the Japanese haven’t introduced the British variety as part of their diet yet, otherwise the prices will start to rocket. Exceedingly happy with this mains.

Pudding of lemon verbena tart and poached pear

I trust that a few of us are not botanists, lemon verbena is a shrub that possesses the said citrus flavour. There you have it and oh, I only learnt about it after forty years (what’s lantana?). Onward pudding soldiers’, marching as ever; a delightful tart, not too sharp as to suck your cheeks with embarrassment and the shortcrust was astounding.

The pear, I sort of played with it and took a sniff- alcohol! CH2OH and me is like William S. Burroughs and his opiate addiction, I turn into a monster. For all my sins, the pear sat untouched. I think it’s safe to conclude that this pudding was 3/5s pleasurable.

Three courses for twenty quid, plus an additional ten percent off with their August promotion and unbelievably, no service charge! I’m well spoilt. The extraordinarily good thing about The Restaurant apart from the value is the execution of the cooking from the well-sourced ingredients. The food here is devoid of any over-complications or complexities, it’s best described as simplicity at its best. Marvellous.

Lunch over, with my ten digits satisfyingly tapping my tummy and like a pigeon I pondered about the next meal. Well you see Afternoon Tea is served in another forty minutes so what better way to kill time than a bit of cross-stitching. I proceeded to dig out the beading needles…downright bodacious ‘pants on fire’ bull. Sorry, I actually came back here a second time.

The crowd for the Afternoon Tea was different to lunch; manicured ladies, families from the Home Counties, metrohommes like my mate KC and the odd feral pigeon that’s myself.

If an effort is made to come here during the afternoon, then I’m telling you that you must go for the full monty Traditional Afternoon Tea that’s served on a tiered stand. More variety and better value (pot of tea or coffee is included as well) prevail for obvious reasons.

The sandwiches were properly made and the bread used was ever so soft I’m sure that the sandwiches were made to order. They included smoked salmon, free range egg & cress, and cucumber & cream cheese. The latter was the star despite my dislike for Philadelphia type cheeses.

The sight of any fruit cake rings alarm bells but this was anything but. Light and delectable and not at all dense or challenging. The best cupcakes come from Hummingbird, so the one included wasn’t in the same league but commendable no less.

KC had a slice of lovely Victoria sandwich cake. The pig in me thought the portion was too small.

I assumed because the scones were placed on the last tier so one consumes them towards the end. They were superb, as mentioned elsewhere, I always prep mine the Devon way, cream before the jam.

I’ve had two very good Afternoon Teas this year. The first and still the best is Lady Gray’s Hidden Tea Room and now The Restaurant. The latter given the good food, location, ambience and decent service is excellent value for money. I would be selfish if I don’t endorse the place, do come here for lunch, followed by a bit of knitting and end the afternoon with high tea. Highly recommended.



St Paul's Cathedral

St Paul's Churchyard

London
EC4M 8AD

www.restaurantatstpauls.co.uk

Monday, 10 August 2009

New Tayyabs

Oh no! Please don’t go away…

…not another bleeding Tayyabs post! Hold on to your horse mackerels bhajis, no apologies but it had to be done. The inclusion of New Tayyabs is an important one for any London based foodie or blogger to experience at least once and if not, twice. This food blog can only be certified as one if NT is included, so one of the gaping holes in my reviews of restaurants has finally been filled by this better late than never posting of it.

Just over a year ago respected blogger Cheese and Biscuits uttered something about NT here. Since then this man has
single-handedly exceeded NT’s already fine reputation to even greater heights by putting it firmly on the map with the use of what I would metaphorically describe as, indelible ink. NT’s pilgrimage status is accordingly set in stone. I know that the informed lot would insist that NT is specified as a Pakistani/Punjabi eatery, but for the sake of the other readers, the generic term of Indian is more universally appropriate. If you fancy an Indian tonight then be prepared to be blown away by NT!

If there are any young ones out there with aspirations of owning a Beemer like the one above, well just sell loads of the below!

Coming here for the first time?
Then you gotta have the lamb chops, otherwise a cardinal sin has been committed if you don’t.

Karahi Keema from a past visit

As well as being socially inept I’m also methodical about the number of times I visit each place to eat. NT is one of those places where a daily special is featured, and before you say it, I’ve tried all of them as well. From the beefy Niharis to Karahi prawns, I’ve never been let down. Regardless of the lack of any organic or free range meats used, the food here is always sensational. The only one thing that I do regret is not trying the off-piste dish of the leg of lamb that Su-Lin so aptly wrote about in her otherwise indifferent review of the place. For a solo diner like myself to gorge on a whole leg of lamb would mean that I’ll have to be a Daniel Lambert (bless him and no pun intended).

The following was what I had a fortnight ago-

Inclusive salad and dippy sauces.
Jugs of tap water is in-situ on every table and service charge is zilch.

Mixed grill platter of eternally chewy but delicious Mutton Tikka and an excellent Seekh (sic) Kebab.

I didn’t get to finish the above as I over ordered!

Pilau Rice
I don’t want to know how much ghee and fatty meat stock goes into making this plate of rice. It was good enough to be eaten on its own. Yum.

Sunday special of Haleem

This Pakistani lamb stew cooked with wholegrain wheat was tremendous.

If anyone should ask me whether I’ve been to the Punjab region, my answer would be a white-lie yes and it’s New Tayyabs. Denial of the place would be an injustice, go now and be uplifted. The hype lives on, highly recommended.




83 Fieldgate Street
London, E1 1JU

www.tayyabs.co.uk

Saturday, 8 August 2009

Rose Bakery at Dover Street Market

Back in the eighties earning a few pennies whilst still at college was a lot easier than today. The objective was simple, to buy as many pieces of clothing bearing the Comme des Garçons label as I could possibly afford from my fifty quid a day as a hi-fi salesman. Most of my peers then were either kitted out as New Romantics or Country Life Henrys (‘orrible cravats, tweeds, etc); me, I preferred the understated genius that’s Rei Kawakubo, the creator of Comme des Garçons. Comme was and still is horrendously expensive, a shirt then was around £80 and a jacket will set you back at least three hundred notes. The wonderful thing with Kawakubo’s designs is that they’re timeless and the materials used are made to last…the above photo of a jacket and shirt are an absolute testament to her wares; they’re a couple of decades old. These days my passion for men’s grooming has lapsed somehow, I’ve elected to go for a ‘don’t give a monkey’s’ look and channel all my available funds towards activities that created this blog in the first place.

I met up with ‘eat slipper rice’* Marc at Dover Street Market. DSM is a huge emporium comprising of six floors that showcases the Comme range of clothing plus a host of other well known and fringe designer labels. Everything in this place is prohibitively expensive and will undoubtedly prompt non-fashion victims to ask the same question like, is that for real?

The 21st century equivalents of my vintage shirt and jacket are now £260 and £900 respectively! If one is impoverished and at the same time desperate to leave the place with some kind of merchandise, I suppose there’s the T-shirt with the DSM logo (despairing IMO) for £40 to allay any fears of loosing face.

DSM is not just another fashion boutique, it’s more than that; it’s a temple where architecture, art and industrial design are all attributed. The owners of DSM will probably snarl at me for saying this, I think of it as a museum of contemporary culture, so go forth and appreciate. You don’t have to spend a penny.

The café that’s tied to DSM is hardly a token affair. Rose Bakery is better known to Parisians than Londoners. Englishwoman and Villandry founder Rose Carrarini (Kawakubo’s sister-in-law) started the now legendary bakery in Paris eight years ago. The concession at DSM specialises in upmarket salads and sandwiches plus their reputable bakes like fine cakes and crumbles.

Located on the top floor, this place is frequented by beautiful people who are obviously not short of a bob or two. The ambience is decidedly relaxing and calm. The service was equally polite and friendly.

Cappuccino
Passable, but certainly no destination material as far as coffee is concerned

Real and proper English Breakfast tea
I'll stick to this over the coffee anyday

Carrot cake
Good but pales in comparison to Lantana’s hummingbird beauty

Slice of coconut and berries

The price of £4.50 is unfeasible, but it was very good, quite possibly the best of its kind I've eaten.

I should think this place is worth coming to time and time again. Although expensive it’s quite simply a class act as well. The beauty with the Rose Bakery is that because so little has been written up about it, go before the whole world finds out.

NB photography is totally disallowed at this place, I was lucky to get away with it!

* ‘eat slipper rice’ is a vicious Cantonese term for an unemployed man who’s fed by his wife or girlfriend for life. Marc (not his real name but he knows that I’m writing about him, so he’s cool), is married to a heiress and he’s supposedly writing a play. In fact he has been doing precisely that for the past twenty years but to little avail. His life is what some people might describe as blessed. With an expense card courtesy of his wife, he only buys his clothes from DSM and that includes briefs.



Dover Street Market
17-18 Dover Street
London W1S 4LT, UK

www.doverstreetmarket.com

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

The Espresso Room

Six months ago I wanted to compile a league of the best places in London for a cup of coffee. I kept postponing the task as new places were cropping up at a rate that was difficult to keep up with. There maybe sites out there with their own suggestions of the top five or ten places to go for the best caffeine fixes in the capital, unfortunately they fall short and end up incomplete. I’m a tenacious person by nature, so when I set out to do something like blogging about coffee cafes, I do it so with an eerie persistence and determination. Actually passion wouldn’t come amiss either.

When I visit one of these cafés, I don’t visit them once and declare thereupon that they are either thumbs up or down. No, if they’re bad I will always go back at least twice to confirm my suspicions. Likewise, if they’re good first time round then I’ll always endeavour to revisits, this ensures that the high standards I crave are suitably maintained. So what are my credentials for being judgmental on the anorak side of coffee tasting, well apart from having a photographic memory of everything that touches my tongue or whiffing via the nostrils (as I did with wine), very little else I expect. But trust me on this, I bloody well know my coffee.

The day I stop blogging about coffee is when London is saturated with an inordinate amount of so called bespoke coffee bars that churn out crap and inevitably blight the newfound coffee culture that I so dearly love. But I shall soldier on with my established and favourite outfits like Lantana, Taylor St and Climpsons, whatever happens. There will be a fourth one joining the other three and that’s The Espresso Room.

TER was chanced upon via one of my Flickr contacts, Jimseven. He’s also better known as James Hoffman, WBC 2007 (not boxing but barista) and Mr Square Mile; if the term ‘coffee god’ is ever coined here for the UK, he should trademark it! It’s no great secret that Square Mile supplies their beans to most of the nouveau coffee bars (nearly 50% according to my observations) in London (Milk Bar, Dose, Bea’s, and so on) and TER is the latest recruit.

In addition to sarnies made for the discerning ones who lunch, cakes and bites come from Sally Clarke.

TER is located on the same road in Bloomsbury as the most famous children’s hospital in the world. Great Ormond Street, for obvious reasons, is a quiet road and it somewhat compliments the unassuming frontage of TER. Like Dose and Taste of Bitter Love, it’s small and as clichés go, perfectly formed to boot. Faithful to the name, it’s a room (single bed size if I'm not mistaken). As soon as one walks in you’re greeted by a smiling chap that’s Ben. To come across an affable proprietor, who’s also a barista and standing proudly by the La Marz (coffee machine that’s as important as the samurai knives are to a chef), then more or less everything else is a foregone conclusion. This place is indeed superb.

What I had here-

Flat White 1

Flat White 2

Flat White 3

Re Flat Whites-
A note on Square Mile if I may. Hoffman and co are responsible for the smoothest tasting blends I’ve had the pleasure of drinking. But unlike the blends that are supplied by for instance, Monmouth, where a non-barista is still able to conjure up a half decent cup (as in the case of Canteen and its cappuccino); in my humblest, a Square Mile blend needs a fully-fledged barista to bring out its best. The peeps for the most notable Square Mile based flatties include Lee at Tina’s, James at Dose, the chap (never knew his name, shoot me!) who creates the most beautiful latte art in London at the Milk Bar, JoHanna at the Farm Collective and now we have Ben at TER.

TER has also done us all coffee fans a favour by offering guest coffees like this one.

This single espresso of the above was distinguished and very nearly chewable.

Coming back here is a must as I’ve already identified the wonderful ease of the ambience that’s coupled with good coffee, my whims are satisfied no end. Drink and enjoy, highly recommended.


You can watch Andrew Tan's excellent video of
Ben Townsend's inspirational words of wisdom and strife here.



31-35 Great Ormond Street
London WC1N 3HZ

www.theespressoroom.com