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Article | Is Taste of London a massive rip-off?

Hark! I’ve penned a piece on the hugely enjoyable but rather costly Taste of London for lovefood.com. Why not have a gander here.


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Review | All Star Lanes

We’ve reached a point where it’s not quite enough to go out for dinner, eat a bowl of pasta, and go home again. Whether it’s a result of the recession or simply a more demanding public (my hunch is that it’s a bit of both), the average punter wants something more from a night out. Every new restaurant seems to be serving small plates in an increasingly derivative attempt to satisfy both novelty-seeking and penny-protecting sides of their clients, and of course we’ve seen the rise and rise of supper clubs as the paradigm of a different sort of dining. Continue reading


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Guest Review | Camino, King’s Cross

This review comes to you from my sister Mary.

The first time I found myself at Camino, a Spanish bar in King’s Cross, was for my boyfriend’s work night out. As it was my introduction to his colleagues you can imagine how I had to exercise restraint when it came to sharing the tapas tidbits I had gingerly selected from the vast range of options. Coming from a family of 6 where ‘etiquette’ went as far as ‘eat it before someone else gets there first,’ holding back was an unfamiliar experience, so I was delighted when my brother was offered a table just for two.
If your mouth is in the mood for a party then Camino is certainly worth investigating. The dishes are traditional and varied, taking you on a culinary journey through the different regions of Spain, as the name suggests. The diner’s voyage, however, should be a small undertaking, as the restaurant is bang next to the station at the bottom of an office complex in Regent Quarter. Don’t let this put you off though as the atmosphere inside is warm and contemporary with brick walls, candlelit tables and an open kitchen. Continue reading

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Review | The Havelock Tavern

Having only lived in London for 18 months or so I am still occasionally baffled by the notion of travelling an hour for dinner and not staying the night. It seems somehow perverse to bookend something that is a generally relaxing exercise – eating – with two hours of something that is not. The evening ends and you, well-fed and rosy-cheeked, would like nothing more than to slink up to bed in a nightgown and slippers. But no, back out into the cold with you, and another schlep across town. To endure all of this in return for a so-so meal is little short of heartbreaking. Continue reading


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Review | Yu-foria

‘Have you ever had a snog?’ asked Georgie, the pretty blonde on the other side of the kitchen.

It was 2008, my first day in a six week stretch at a food magazine and I was going down a storm.

‘Well, erm, sure, what do you-‘ Continue reading


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Review | El Parador, Camden

Eating is all about context. A hot tin of Baxter’s beef consomme spiked with vodka and slurped on a cold hillside is quite something. For dinner on a Saturday night it’s on a par with Domino’s. In France you can head to a winery with a petrol can and fill it with pink wine, sprayed directly from what is, quite literally, a petrol pump. Quaffed in the sun with a baguette and a wedge of cheese it tastes like God’s own sweat. Continue reading


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Saf, Curtain Road

The one fillip to this bizarre experiment (and it is becoming, day by day, more bizarre) was the knowledge that Saf, the respected raw vegan restaurant in the east end, was just around the corner from my flat. The consolation that I was not the only person in this city who thought the concept of such a diet was anything but ludicrous offered me solace in those darker moments when I found myself seduced even by the lusty, crass allure of the kebab shop opposite. Let me tell you, that nondescript gobbet of flesh might as well be a rib of wagyu beef when, at midnight, you realise that you have eaten nothing hot, nor proteinaceous, nor truly delicious, for 10 days.

Of course, I had received mixed reviews about Saf. Some said it was wonderful, some said it was dire. (I’m not sure why I just wrote that. Surely the term “mixed reviews” intimates that opinions differed on the subject, so quite why I had to emphasize this in such a tautological manner I don’t know. It must be the lack of protein. (NB lack of protein may lead to short temper and attention span)). But somewhere that so gauchely serves nothing but raw vegan food is always going to cause some controversy, and so off I went for lunch, in the hope that this eternal nightmare of salad and fruit (I’m afraid the will to ‘try new things’ disappeared along with my will to live) could be tempered by a lunch that was more remarkable than what I had been eating for the previous week. I wasn’t entirely disappointed.

The restaurant itself sits on Curtain Road, just off Old Street. A long, clean room with a conservatory at the end, it is a pleasant space, but on this occasion it was also a very empty space. Perhaps Wednesday lunchtime is never the most rollocking of shifts in any restaurant, yet it struck me that Saf was plugging one small demographic. Of the estimated 180,000 vegans in the UK, let’s reckon there are 15,000 in London (a generous assumption; surely most of them live in the woods). Then let’s assume that of that 15,000, 1500 live in the catchment area of Saf (a more realistic figure – vegans tend to migrate to Hackney). Of that 1500, the number of them that are going to shaft £30 on lunch midweek is, well – there were about 5 of us in there.

I started with the beetroot ravioli with cashew herb ricotta (pictured above). It arrived quickly, as well it should have done, being raw (though there was some suspicious sizzling coming from the kitchen). It did not arrive, however, with the asparagus, carrot and fennel salad, balsamic figs and pumpkin oil, as promised by the menu. Instead it was accompanied by a pile of celeriac remoulade. This went completely over my head, as I had forgotten what it said on the menu (did I mention short attention span?), and so I piled into it uncomplainingly, being a big fan of remoulade anyway. The first mouthful was like nothing I’d ever tasted before, and as such was rather alarming. My recollection of the menu being as it was, the lump of stodge gluing together the two slices of beetroot was a complete mystery, and like putting any mysterious matter in one’s mouth, unpleasant. Yet it won me over. Whether this was down to the rich meatiness of the filling, or my fetish for beetroot in any way, shape, or form, I don’t know, but the dish was a great success, and as fulfilling a thing as I had eaten for some time.

Next I ordered a Pad Thai of courgette noodles with enoki mushrooms and mung shoots. Once again the menu had misled me, there being no mung shoots, replaced instead by manges tout (though this deception also escaped my notice until I looked at the menu later that day). It was pretty standard nosh for an experienced raw vegan like myself, consisting of those staple flavour-boosters of chilli, sesame, lime and coriander. It did, however, come with the added nudge of chipotle sauce, its rich smokiness adding a great deal of interest to an otherwise familiar plate. But something smelled fishy. Literally. And it was making me gag. It transpired that this rancid piscine whiff was coming from the seaweed that lined the bowl. It was like eating raw vegan food whilst someone wafted last month’s sushi under my nose, and it ruined any enjoyment of an otherwise tidy and well-conceived dish.

So, as pleonastically predicted, Saf is a bit of a mixed bag. There is no doubting the inventiveness of the food, nor the skill in the not-cooking. For a vegan it is a triumph that such an impressive restaurant exists. But strip away the context and focus on the food and the food alone, and there is little that sticks with me besides the stench of seaweed clinging to my nostrils and the memory of the waiter’s insistence on calling me ‘mate’.

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