Category: FOOD & DRINK

  • From Anatolia to Kingsland Road: Turkish cooking for the soul

    Gillian Riley cooking Turkish Food, August 25, 2014.
    Stuffed peppers lovingly cooked by Gillian Riley. Photograph: Eleonore de Bonneval

    When Hackney citizens were living in mud huts and chomping on boiled roots from the marshes, the inhabitants of the city of Konya in Anatolia were robed in silk and feasting on spicy stews and sophisticated roasts.

    And now, centuries later, they have come to our rescue, bringing the best of Turkish cuisine to the Kingsland Road, with produce, restaurants and kebab shops.

    We could thank Mevlana, also known as the mystic poet Rumi, for this. He came from Persia and settled in Konya in the thirteenth century, where he established the Sufic version of Islam, a gentle religion — tolerant, all encompassing, generous. Cooking and the preparation of food was vital to his faith; the process was both a practical reality and a metaphor for the way God works on the human soul.

    “I was raw; I was cooked; I was burnt…” he wrote. The transformative effect of fire was a way of getting close to God. You can cook meat before a fire, or over charcoal, but the browning effect as it burns releases flavours and aromas that were not there before. (Mevlana intuitively grasped the Maillard Effect long before scientists came to analyse it). And so the actions and disciplines of cooking and serving food were those of a religious apprenticeship, the intensity of flavour in a carefully crafted roast resembled the soul’s ecstasy in communion with God; and Mevlana used metaphors from everyday life to explain this – chickpeas bouncing joyfully in a pot of boiling water were like souls in ecstasy; “Think of me as spinach and prepare me as you will; sour or sweet, cooked means reunion with you.”

    Mevlana set up kitchens in his headquarters in Konya, where acolytes had a long and vigorous training, forty days of abstinence and observation in the kitchen, followed by 1001 days of practical work. His chief cook, Ates-Bazi Veli, was buried in a tomb next to his own. Today the best cooks in Turkey are trained in Konya, and we could today be enjoying their skills in Dalston, where some of the finest Turkish food in London is to be had.

    There were two traditions in Turkish gastronomy, the sophisticated courtly cuisine of Byzantium and Persia, created by chefs in Istanbul and Konya for the ruling classes, heavy with meat and spices, and the peasant cookery of the countryside, a lush and delicious subsistence level way of eating, based on vegetables and pulses, simply prepared. Mevlana’s kitchens made use of both, and so can we in Hackney.

    We can’t compete with good Turkish meat cooks, we don’t have the skills or the equipment, but we can follow their rich and imaginative vegetable recipes. On a dank, wet August Bank Holiday Monday we might be wise to forget our own primitive barbies, and try some simple stuffed or stewed vegetables. Turkish stores all over Hackney have a wonderful range of fresh produce to experiment with.

    Stuffed Peppers

    It’s hard to give exact quantities. Much depends on the size of the peppers. Mevlana would not of course have known them in 13th century Konya, or tomatoes, for they came from South America centuries later, but they are now familiar crops in Turkey. A mixture of pekmez (reduced grape must) and lemon juice gave the acidic fruitiness we get now from tomatoes.

    For 4 medium sized peppers, red or green, you’ll need:

    150 g minced beef or lamb
    1 cup of long-grain rice
    2 cups meat or chicken stock
    2 fat cloves of garlic, chopped
    1 medium onion, chopped
    cardamom, aniseed, cinnamon, black peppercorns, freshly ground
    (powdered spices loose their aroma so fast!)
    1 handful of parsley, chopped
    1 dessertspoon tomato puree
    1 dessertspoon pine nuts, lightly toasted

    Wash and dry the peppers and cut off their stalk ends to make little caps. Get rid of the inner core and any seeds. Fry the meat in olive oil along with the garlic and onion, tip in the rice and stir well, add the spices to taste and then the stock (or water will do) and tomato puree. Cook for 10 minutes or until most of the liquid is absorbed. Mix in the pine nuts and parsley and stuff the peppers, closing each one with its cap. Cook in a hot to moderate oven for an hour or so, this is a good-tempered dish where oven heat and timing can vary.

    Stewed Aubergines

    2 medium sized aubergines, cut into 2 cm chunks
    2 cloves of garlic, chopped
    1 large tomato, chopped
    1 medium onion, chopped
    1 dessertspoon pine kernels, lightly toasted
    chopped parsley

    Sprinkle the aubergine chunks liberally with salt and let them drain in a colander for an hour, then rinse well and squeeze out the water and bitter juices in a coarse cloth or sieve. Fry rapidly in olive oil with the garlic and onion, and when cooked through add the tomatoes and cook down quickly. Cool down to room temperature and serve strewn with the pine nuts and parsley.

    When Kemal Atatürk dragged the crumbling Ottoman Empire kicking and screaming into the modern world he established a democratic secular republic with equal rights for women, universal education and religious tolerance. But there were casualties. The whirling Dervish sect of Mevlana was banned, the Arabic script was abolished, minority views had a hard time. Decades ago I was present at a moving ceremony in Konya in which the newly re-instated Dervishes performed their trance-like ceremony, not so much whirling as slowly gyrating in a deep silence, movement with meaning, a celebration of Mevlana’s cherished beliefs and rituals.

    The critical role of Turkey in today’s current international crisis is a reminder of how here in Hackney we can practise the gifts of tolerance, kindness, generosity and compassion through sharing food, eating together, bringing understanding and humanity to a mixed community. Stuffed peppers and charred kebabs can be the building blocks of harmony. Enjoy.

  • Bacchus review – Roasts with the most

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    To all you gravy-loving Yorkshire pudding fetishists, here’s a place that’s sure to appeal. Bacchus Sundays is a new kitchen in Hoxton where the only thing on the menu is a roast dinner.

    Apart from the food, there are two reasons I like it. The first is that they do one thing and they do it really well. The second is that it’s sticking around.

    I love the creativity of the pop-up bar, and the restaurant model, but it sometimes feels like a competition in Instagrammable gimmickry that credits style over substance, so it’s good to see these guys run with their convictions.

    We eased into the afternoon with a couple of exotic-looking champagne Pimms cocktails on the sunny pavement outside. Stuffed with vivid green mint leaves and ruby red strawberries, they tasted as good as they looked.

    To start with we had a fresh and zingy mid-Atlantic prawn cocktail and some succulent ham hock terrine cut through nicely with sharp cornichons slices.

    For mains you simply pick from beef, lamb, chicken, pork or nut roast, and there’s even a ‘bit of everything’ option for the indecisive.

    We went with the pork belly and the Angus beef, both of which were really good as were the roast beetroot and glazed carrots, which make a pleasant variation.

    The gravy was perfect and the stuffing for the pork was deficient only in there not being more of it.

    The restaurant is an off-shoot from the Bacchus Pub & Kitchen, formerly a boxing club that interestingly took its name from nearby Bacchus Walk rather than the Greek god of wine.

    Apparently the street used to connect Hoxton High Street to Pimlico Gardens – the late 17th century botanical gardens that were swallowed up during the industrialisation of the East End.

    History lessons aside, if roasts are your thing then this is your place. Take the papers, see off the hangover with a Mug of Mary cocktail and tuck into some excellent grub this Sunday.

    Bacchus Sundays
    12-18 Hoxton Street, N1 6NG
    bacchuspubandkitchen.com

  • Fuchsia Dunlop: the land of plenty and me

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    Think delicious Chinese dishes are out of reach for beginners? Think again.

    In Hackney the basic ingredients are right on our doorstep according to Chinese food expert and writer Fuchsia Dunlop, who says you can pick up the basics for a good meal from shops on Kingsland Road or Mare Street.

    A holiday to China in 1992 kindled a curiosity about the country and its many different regional cooking styles that’s seen her become fluent in Mandarin, with five books to her name including the latest – Every Grain Of Rice – written as an introduction to some of the world’s most stunning food.

    “Cuisine varies hugely by area,” she says. “In some ways it’s crazy talking about ‘Chinese’ food because it’s so different. It’s like Chinese people talking about ‘Western’ cuisine. If you think about the difference between Danish and Sicilian food – it’s pretty much like that in China.”

    Her journey started off in Sichuan. It’s a province that borders Tibet in its mountainous western reaches, while in its eastern regions the fertile plains of the Sichuan basin have lent it the tag-line ‘Land of Plenty’.

    In the capital, Chengdu, she became the first Westerner to study full-time at the Sichuan Institute of Higher Cuisine, which is no small feat in itself, let alone the fact classes are taught in dialect. Food is typically very spicy, characterised by the Sichuan pepper, which tingles and numbs the lips, and chilli.

    “They have dazzling flavours – the nearest equivalent is probably Thai food. You get salty and sweet and spicy and nutty – there’s lots of things going on and so quite a cheap meal can be very exciting.

    “When I’m working at home I often make simple and delicious noodle dishes like dandan noodles with chilli, soy sauce, vinegar and minced pork.”

    After 20 years of break-neck modernisation, China is virtually unrecognisable from the country where she first sailed past the Three Gorges in a boat and spent time in Chengdu. Back then, Chengdu was full of tea houses, clay duck roasting ovens and no sign of Western brands. Today it’s a major Chinese city with a skyline cluttered with skyscrapers, although the food apparently remains broadly traditional.

    Today Dunlop is consulted widely on Chinese cuisine, leads culinary tours and is currently working on her latest book, with one foot planted in her Dalston kitchen and the other in China discovering new dishes.

    “I’ve eaten some really weird things,” she says. “Goose intestines are a great delicacy. They’re cleaned and dipped into a spicy hotpot bubbling on the table. Then you dip them in sesame and garlic.

    “In the West we don’t really appreciate eating things just for their texture. In China there are a lot of slithery, rubbery things that are real delicacies.”

    That might be a step too far for some of us, but this beginner is definitely going to give it a bash.

    “In my latest book, the recipes are chosen because they are simple,” says Dunlop. “You could go out to a Chinese supermarket on Kingsland Road and buy eight or ten jars that will set you up for making an awful lot of recipes. It’s just about taking that first leap, buying some ingredients you don’t have and building from there.”

    fuchsiadunlop.com

  • Hackney Wick Food Assembly sweeps away the supermarkets

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    Break the chain: food producers meet shoppers at Number 90 in Hackney Wick

    I recently went to Hackney Wick and ate handfuls of flowers from Sussex, buttery cheese made in Tottenham and a delicious lamb stew cooked by people who didn’t know what ingredients they had to work with until hours earlier.

    A Dutch fruit farmer from an orchard in Sussex was walking around stuffing nasturtiums into people’s mouths. There was music, there were dogs, there were kids. There was art on the walls and people sipping drinks out by the water.

    In short, it was glorious. But where was I? It was the massively over-subscribed and hugely successful launch of Hackney Wick Food Assembly, and I can’t wait to go back.

    What is a Food Assembly? First launched in France, there are now chapters all around the world. Members simply browse through a list of local produce online, pre-order and pay for what they want. Then they come along to the assembly every other week to pick up their groceries and have a chat.

    The idea behind Food Assemblies is to re-connect people with food and the people that produce it, as well as their own communities. It’s about giving a fairer deal to farmers, bee keepers, fish mongers and bakers.

    It’s about realising Sainsbury’s and Tesco don’t get to control the way we shop.

    The emphasis is on local, seasonal food with none of the produce allowed to travel more than 150 miles. The idea is that as more local assemblies start flourishing, we won’t need to keep schlepping food around the world in lorries and boats and planes.

    It’s a great example of e-commerce technology being leveraged to boost local economies and help loosen the chokehold big supermarket chains have on the food we eat.

    The first to go live in the UK, Hackney Wick assembly is based at Number 90, and producers include the Better Health Bakery in Haggerston, Lockie’s Shellfish in Greenwich, Wilde’s Cheese, Dalston Cola, Brambletye Fruit Farm, Marsh Produce, Brockman’s Farm Produce and the London Jam Factory.

    Massimo Zepetelli, Hackney Wick’s assembly leader, says the idea is to give not just food producers a spotlight, but also local artists. Every week there will be a different guest chef in the kitchen, different DJs on the desks and work from artists on the walls.

    “I don’t think anyone anticipated 500-plus people to walk through the doors on a Tuesday evening, but this all shows a clear demand for locally sourced food in Hackney Wick and this is the biggest aim of the Food Assembly.”

    It’s surely a telling sign that even as all the last crumbs of taster foods were eaten the place was still buzzing with chatter and people were still spilling out on to the deck. This isn’t just about re-connecting with local producers, it’s about re-connecting with our communities.

    This is just one of three assemblies opening in London this summer and I’ll raise a toast to many more following in their wake.

    www.thefoodassembly.com
    @hackneywickFA

  • Mezcal mania at 184 Hackney Road

    Choose your poison: Mezcal at 184 Hackney Road
    Choose your poison: lining up the Mezcal at 184 Hackney Road

    Amigos, have I got a great new place for you. It’s open late, there are mezcal Paloma slushies on tap, shelves stacked with fine drinks and you can even have a decent conversation with the bartender.

    Down a dark stairwell behind the Golden Grill they’re playing loud music and serving liquor – but not just any tipple. Jose Cuervo isn’t welcome and nor is his cousin Jack Daniels.

    There are pale Icelandic ales, stouts from Manchester and a shelf glittering with scotches. Stagg & Barber know a thing or two about delicious drinks while Symonds is a mezcal specialist, to the extent that she imports her own brands.

    Like tequila, mezcal is made from agave and is gradually becoming more popular in the city. The first one I try is made with espadin agave and produced in Santiago Matatlan – billed as the world capital of Mezcal. It doesn’t disappoint, with the classic smoky flavour of the spirit lifted with a toffee-like sweetness and a peppery earthiness that comes from the volcanic soil in the lush lowlands where this particular agave grows. It is produced by master mezcalero Zosimo Mendez, the latest in his family to produce the spirit.

    Like wines and whiskeys the flavour will vary from batch to batch. There are a million different variables – not just those affecting the agave – such as the wood it’s roasted in and, of course, the recipe. In a world where the Ugly Vegetable Campaign even needed to exist, there’s something pleasant about that.

    The second I try is made from agave grown on the river bank of the San Juan del Rio, where Don Modesto Hernandez is the fourth generation in his family producing the spirit. This mezcal tastes totally different – it’s floral and nutty and a bit sharper. The agave that goes into this bottle grows in a cooler highland climate, which – I’m told – tends to produce fruitier flavours.

    With tastings, World Cup screenings and what promises to be the booziest pub quiz on the cards, number 184 is beckoning.

    184 Hackney Road, E2 7QL
    @184hackneyroad

  • Hackney Empire cafe reopens as the latest food and music venture by Platterform

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    The Hackney Empire cafe has been revamped

    Did you like the Skylodge pop-up over by London Fields before Christmas? And the Sea Adventure dining experience? If so you’re going to love immersive food and music crew Platterform’s latest venture.

    After a succession of temporary installations the creative collective is setting up shop permanently – in Hackney Empire’s cafe no less – with an exotic new venue called Stage 3.

    From 12-course Indonesian feasts and art installations to Tai-chi masters, bands and DJs, Stage 3 promises to be an ambitious affair, with the usual cocktails, craft beers and food, only this time the emphasis is on music.

    The team is collaborating with a network of local artists, musicians and DJs for a programme of live performances this summer. Director Jules Bayuni says: “This is Hackney’s cultural quarter – with the museum, the cinema and the theatre. We’re the missing puzzle piece: music.”

    Inside, it’s a nod to both the building’s thespian history and Bayuni’s Indonesian heritage, with beautiful tropical prints patterning the walls and brightly-coloured puppet masks strung up over the bar.
    So what can we expect? Thursdays will be supper club night up on the mezzanine floor, with a different theme each week – ranging from French Creole to New Orleans to Caribbean nights.

    “The food is what we’ve collectively grown up on – it’s our soul food,” says Bayuni. Fridays will see art collectives like Unity take over the walls and DJ decks, Saturday is for more partying and Sunday is for hangovers, when you can drag yourself down for a day of healing or hedonism –the choice is yours.

    You’ll be able to pick from detox and retox cocktails, gorge on oriental-style duck and pork roasts and even take part in some tai-chi to restore the natural order after a heavy night. Sounds like you’re in safe hands.
    Watch out for updates about what’s on each week, it’s already looking excellent and this imaginative bunch have plenty of surprises up their sleeves.

    Stage 3
    Hackney Empire
    291 Mare Street, E8 1EJ

  • The curious history of the bagel in East London

    Worth their salt: bagels prepared on Brick Lane. Photograph: Eleonore de Bonneval
    Worth their salt: bagels prepared on Brick Lane. Photograph: Eleonore de Bonneval

    Where better to pursue the curious history of the bagel than Hackney? Far from its apotheosis in the modern New York Deli, this enigmatic ring bread has been made, revered, and consumed by people of many faiths in many lands from ancient times to the present day. In Hackney we have East End bagel bakeries producing thousands of them every day, alongside equally committed Turkish bakeries with their delectable simit and other braided or plaited breads, all part of the same family.

    A bagel has been defined as a doughnut with rigor mortis, or more accurately as the Roll with a Hole, and perhaps too much has been made of the hole, its metaphysical and corporeal potential exploited in jokes and anecdotes. 

    The distinguishing features of the bagel are its shape: a ring of bread with a hole in the middle, and the cooking technique: a preliminary boil in salted water before baking in a hot oven. A yeasted dough made with white wheat flour is shaped by hand into rings which when they have risen are dunked in a cauldron of boiling water, taken out after 30 to 40 seconds, allowed to dry, then baked. The preliminary boiling gives the bagel its firm chewy texture and dense tough crust. “Munchy firmness” as an enthusiast put it. Cheap mass-produced versions, made with a blast of steam  instead of boiling, to save time and effort, have the disappointingly fluffy texture you might expect. Avoid them.

    Pretzels are made in a similar way, the intricate knotted strips of dough are first treated with lye (caustic soda) or boiled in water with bicarbonate of soda, then baked. The preliminary treatment gives the surface a sort of glazed effect, a salty sweetness and a crunch, that is irresistible.

    But neither of these methods are specifically Jewish, they have been deployed all over Western and Eastern Europe for centuries. Roman soldiers marched on their conquests with buccellatum, rings of twice-cooked bread that were hard and unyielding to eat, but kept well. You could soak them in water and eat with anything, like ship’s biscuits which are also twice cooked. In Puglia in the south of Italy taralli are a much-loved snack surviving from the Middle Ages. They are rings of dough, made in the same way as bagels, but cooked to a hard crispness, and made to last, unlike bagels which are best gobbled up straight out of the oven.

    Medieval paintings of the Last Supper show ring-shaped breads on Christian tables. In the 1650s Suor Maria Vittoria della Verde, a nun in an enclosed convent in Perugia, wrote down a recipe for ciambelle affogate, drowned ring breads, in her kitchen notebooks, recognisable as what we call bagels. Bartolomeo Scappi, master cook in the papal kitchens in sixteenth-century Rome, had a recipe for boiled then baked ciambelle.

    For centuries the East End of London has been home to waves of immigrants, French Huguenot weavers and Dutch merchants. From the 1880s Hackney has been home to immigrants from Poland and Russia, joined in the 1930s by Jews escaping persecution by fascist regimes. By then the bagel had become an iconic Jewish bread in Warsaw, evolving from a luxury white bread for the privileged to a much-loved cheap snack for the many, and cherished here in London as a memory of home and a tangible token of solidarity and comfort. 

    The historian Maria Balinska in her book The Bagel: The Surprising History of a Modern Bread has unearthed the fascinating history of the bagel as iconic Jewish comfort food and its migration to England – and to New York –  from Poland in the nineteenth century. The bagel had a big part in the development of trade unions in New York where the battles of Local 338 to secure decent working conditions for bakery workers was a critical phase in labour relations. But by the 1960s the millions of them consumed daily were supplied by massive out of town factories, steam-baked, not dunked in boiling water, like the traditional product, but sliced, frozen and distributed far and wide. This mechanised bagel became emblematic of New York’s vibrant deli culture, and now the ‘bagelisation’ of America has given it a universal identity.

    Bakeries like the ones on Brick Lane and the Kingsland Road area are survivors from the time when the population was predominantly Jewish, and are now selling wholesome old-fashioned bagels to an appreciative cross-section of the borough’s multi-racial residents.

    Brick Lane has perhaps an over-hyped reputation for food from the Indian subcontinent, but it’s also home to a huge spectrum of food from other faiths and climates. An austere and sophisticated Nordic eatery rubs shoulders with the long-established Beigel Bake at number 159 where visual appeal is nil and warmth and friendliness a huge plus. You wait in a line with passing strangers, beautiful but bewildered Japanese visitors, and determined elderly food historians from Stokey along with eager gastro-tourists and their guide, all rubbing shoulders amicably with tolerant locals, patient to wait their turn for freshly baked bagels filled with lox and cream cheese, or massive portions of salt beef. A similar establishment flourishes amicably two doors down.

    It is quite a contrast to another 24 hour bagel bakery on Ridley Road, supplied by Mr Bagels, a hugely successful company that makes industrial bagels for wholesale or retail sales, prepared in frozen or partly cooked form, using mechanical shaping and steam baking methods.

    Halfway up Stoke Newington High Street is The Bagel House, with good bagels with a wide range of fillings, and space to enjoy them. Further north is a small, less hyped bakery, with Turkish pastries and breads as well as bagels baked on the premises. It seems to satisfy the wide range of customers at the bottom of Stamford Hill, but its Turkish products are more satisfactory than the rather mild bagels, which are not what our nostalgia calls for. 

    You really do have to go to Brick Lane to experience the tough love of the real genuine bagel, chewy and resistant to most molars, freshly baked and smelling of yeast and flour, perfumed by the whiffs of gherkin, lox and salt beef, that lurk within. Get there now, stand in line, and bite into a fragrant chunk of East End history.

    Gillian Riley is the author of The Oxford Companion to Italian Food, published by Oxford University Press. 

  • Efendi review – ‘Like you’re sitting down to dinner at a friend’s house’

    Fine homely fare at Efendi
    Homely Turkish fare at Efendi

    My favourite restaurants are restaurants that don’t feel like restaurants. They have good, simple food, nice people and a well-stocked bar. They feel more like you’re sitting down to dinner at a friend’s house. Just with waiters.

    That’s why Efendi popping up in the neighbourhood was such a pleasant discovery. It’s the latest venture from the team behind This Bright Field, which used to stand in its place on Cambridge Heath Road.

    This time owner Emel Sumen is going back to his roots and serving authentic Turkish food. It’s billed as a neighbourhood kitchen and is just that – a light and airy restaurant full of scrubbed wooden tables and a long serving bar where you can see the chefs at work.

    One wall is floor-to-ceiling windows, so it’s full of light all year round and outside there are plenty of tables to take in the evening air and watch the bustle as the days get warmer.

    We took too long picking, so they started bringing out heaped platefuls to try.

    We kicked off with a very decent carafe of house red, mopped up with some freshly baked bread and lemony, garlicky hummus goodness.

    Next was a mezze plate laden with everything from sigara boregi – warm little cigars of crispy filo pastry stuffed with feta and herbs – to sucuk – grilled discs of spicy Turkish sausage, to crunchy falafel.

    The icli kofte was another highlight – moist little balls of bulgar wheat with minced meat, herbs and walnut – as were the fried squares of juicy halloumi-like hellim from Cyprus. I fear there is no upper limit to how much of that grilled cheese I could eat.

    Luckily the mains came out before I could find out for certain. We had an impressive platter of morsels from the grill including gently spiced chicken shish – and lamb too for good measure – as well as lamb ribs.

    Emel says nothing goes on the menu without his approval and that’s clear. The food is simple, but delicious.

    This is a wonderful, homely Turkish kitchen that will draw you in and post you back out into the night well-fed, well-watered and well looked after.

    Efendi
    270 Cambridge Heath Road, London E2 9DA

     

     

  • Bones review: ‘Remarkably understated and un-gimmicky for Shoreditch’

    Burrata with basil oil, chili flakes and sourdough bread. Photograph courtesy of Bones
    Burrata with basil oil, chili flakes and sourdough bread. Photograph courtesy of Bones

    Shoreditch has an excellent new eating and drinking hole to wrap your chops round.

    You won’t find fussy dishes with overbearing flavours here. As the name suggests, the menu is stripped back to good quality meat, fish and vegetables gently seasoned and put together with light touch and an artist’s eye.

    The pigeon salad is outstanding. Delicate slices of meat teamed with hazelnuts and vegetable crisps on bright green leaves. It’s short and sweet, with a perfectly judged combination of textures and flavours. I could happily have eaten it all evening.

    Then there’s a plump chunk of burrata to tear sumptuous little mouthfuls off. The creamy mozzarella-like cheese would be beautiful on its own, but the splash of basil oil and scattering of chilli flakes and wafer of sourdough elevates it to glory.

    Keeping it nice and light, we tried a lovely plate of sautéed baby squid thrown around in a pan with potatoes and cherry tomatoes. The chilli warms without burning and the lemon brightens each bite, pulling all the flavours neatly together.

    At the heart of the menu is the ‘Bones’ section, offering everything from sirloin to salmon and including a stew from Provence made with pearl barley and chicken that sounded wonderful.

    We went with a rack of lamb in a fragile herb crust with some braised baby gem that was great and the garlicky bowl of rosemary roast potatoes that came with it were even better.

    Another highlight is the aubergine, thinly sliced and gently roasted, then topped with bright blood-red sequins of pomegranate seeds. Another well-judged dressing, this time with chilli and tahini, which adds a nutty layer of flavour and is topped off with a scattering of feta that cuts cleanly across the palate.

    Remarkably understated and un- gimmicky for Shoreditch, Bones combines great food with an potent cocktails and is the perfect night out for dates, mates and lates.

    Bones 52 Kingsland Road, London E2 8DP 020 7033 9008 

  • Dishoom – review

    Taste of Bombay? A Dishoom bacon naan roll
    Taste of Bombay? A Dishoom bacon naan roll

    There isn’t much that beats a fiery Bloody Mary first thing on a cold rainy morning. By the same stroke there isn’t much worse than a disappointing one.

    I’ve had some that tasted like a glass full of watery ketchup, some that tried to be way too clever and many where whoever made it can perhaps only ever have seen a picture of one and tried to make it based on that.

    At Dishoom, a Bombay cafe in the heart of Shoreditch, they’re cold and refreshing, the recipe made with tequila instead of vodka, which gives them a bright and zesty flavour. I can advocate having two of them as you peruse a breakfast menu that is bursting with excellence.

    I felt compelled to try the bacon naan because I’ve heard a lot of hype. Believe it. Warm, freshly baked soft bread, chargrilled bacon and a chilli tomato jam to sweeten the mouthful and brighten the palate. Cream cheese
    and fresh herbs elevates each mouthful to brilliance.

    We also tried the akuri: spicy scrambled eggs whacked on ‘fire toast’ – soft white bread chucked on the grill – and served up with an oven-roasted vine of sweet cherry tomatoes. It too was excellent.

    ‘Cafe’ might be a bit misleading for this sophisticated joint, but does resonate with the relaxed atmosphere of the place. Breezy and open-plan with fans idling on the ceiling, it’s the kind of place you could easily while away a morning watching people streak past on the busy high street outside the window.

    If daytimes at Dishoom are tranquil, night time certainly isn’t. I’d seen the dinner menu and was curious to see what it was like so headed back a week later.

    You can’t book and there’s a queue in the bar and out of the door practically all night. And that’s no surprise. It’s stylish, the food is exceptionally good and the atmosphere is buzzing. Get down there as soon as possible.

    Dishoom Shoreditch, 7 Boundary Street, E2 7JE