Spitalfields Market is one of London’s historic marketplaces, and it’s well worth a visit.
A bizarrely decorated beach hut in the middle of Bethnal Green, Beach Blanket Babylon stands at odds with its surroundings, yet retains an air of smugness because it’s much cooler (and cleaner) than the rest of Shoreditch’s bars and my god doesn’t it just know it.
Islington restaurant John Salt caused quite a stir when it opened under the tenure of Chef Ben Spalding – who made people lick actual bricks for some reason. He then left in a hurry, and was replaced by Pitt Cue’s Neil Rankin, who, it is claimed, was somewhat of a charcoal grill/big pieces of piggy meat hot shot. He’s since upped sticks, and been replaced by this gravy loving chef-man.
Fancy Japanese food with a side order of deafening rock music? Head to Flesh and Buns, a brand new and very edgy eatery in Covent Garden.
Londoners have been stuffing themselves so full of dirty burgers and greasy American nonsense lately that they’ve almost forgotten about the Great British Seaside. Bonnie Gull are putting that right, setting up shop in a fully themed beach shack in Fitzrovia. There’s bleached wood, a map showing the catch of the day and a treasure chest full of langoustines. What more could you want?
The good folk of Dishoom have attempted to bring a Bombay Café to Covent Garden, with varying success. The end result is a buzzing, lively restaurant which does not take reservations (obviously) and serves a wild selection of properly Indian dishes and pretending-to-be-Indian dishes from within a sepia-walled basement.
Looking for the perfect place for your Sunday Roast? Of course you are. Well the Old Red Cow isn’t perfect, but you could do a lot worse in the capital.