Review: Bao, Soho

Bao at BAO

Bao at BAO

I’ve had more than a couple of messy bao bun experiences in the past, struggling to keep the filling wodged in while taking bites… oops, there goes the fennel slaw. So it was a bit of a joy to devour the bao at BAO Soho. Their buns are so soft, sweet and fluffy that they wrap themselves perfectly around the generous filling and cuddle it very nicely while you gobble your way through. Bliss.

So, yeah, totally recommend the bao at BAO. For my money their original had the punchiest combination of flavours along with meltingly soft meat. Second place maybe tied between the lamb and the pork belly. The chicken bun was really delicious with the pickly little crunch of kimchi in with it, but someone has to come last.

Trotter croquettes

Trotter croquettes

We also ordered the blood pudding, which came as a sturdy brick topped with an amber egg yolk. The texture and taste very reminiscent of good English black pud, but with some pleasant warm spices. The yolk made it really lush, though a bit tricky with chopsticks.

Thinly sliced mushroom with century egg was very good. Pork trotter croquettes with a burnt green chilli dipping sauce were absolutely splendid; I could have stuffed down a few plates of these with sake and been happy all night. The aubergine with wanton crackers was a decent though forgettable veg dish with a strong miso-y flavour.

BAO is knock-out good food at a very good price; £20 would make a fine supper for one, before drinks. No wonder it is queued out of the door most nights.

Chicken bao

Chicken bao

Review: Dum Biryani

Dum Biryani House

Dum Biryani House

When I saw the location of Dum Biryani House on the map I thought “uh-oh… we are never going to get a walk-in table here.” It’s about forty yards off Oxford Street, down one of the side roads. It’s Saturday lunchtime. It’ll be mobbed.

Except no. Because it’s just a single door with a rather roughshod sign and a worn out doormat. There’s nothing stylish, chic, urban, alluring or hip about it. Tourists and out-of-towners would avoid it like the plague. Which is ace, because it means there’s a place we can always stop for a delicious meal just off Oxford Street without booking.

Downstairs in the basement it’s stripped-back Indian shabby chic, fun and well done – I can’t tell whether by accident or design. Fun art decks the walls. The menu is pretty stripped-back as well, with three of the eponymous biryanis and maybe a dozen other things in different categories (looks like this is just the Sunday brunch menu though, there’s more on evenings). We pick a street snack of battered giant banana chilli stuffed with delicious things with a splodge of tangy brown sauce on the side, which is very moreish, and then wait for our biryani to arrive.

Big yellow chilli

Big yellow chilli

And there it is, the nut brown pastry case covered in toasted cumin seeds and ready to be expertly carved off in one piece. Or hacked into chunks by your truly with flakes of crispy pastry flying all over the table. It still tastes great. And the steam pours out, heady with spicy fragrances. Magic.

And there’s a whole lamb shank tucked away in there among the rice, cooked to absolute collapse and a deep pink colour. The spices build up to a warm glow like coals have been lit at the back of your mouth. You can soothe that with the sweet and radioactively purple beetroot yogurt sauce that comes with it. We absolutely loved it. One biryani definitely does two normal appetites, especially if you have a starter!

We just drank lassi with it. The mango one was epic, with a good hit of saffron to go with the fragrant fruit and the whole thing not oversweetened. The sweet lassi was just a tad too thick for my liking; with the salty taste and curdled texture it was a bit like eating… hmm. No, actually, not gonna go there. The chai is good.

Basically brilliant for under £20 a head. Just don’t tell too many people about it.

Biryani time!

Biryani time!

Review: Stark, Broadstairs

Stark, tiny but perfect

Stark, tiny but perfect

Very strange experience. When we got home from a lovely weekend around Broadstairs and Ramsgate (including a brilliant meal at Stark in Broadstairs – more on that in a mo) we decided to just flop out on the sofa and watch a film. So we picked “Juliet, Naked”, a gently funny Nick Hornby adaptation from last year.

And we realised very quickly that the whole film was filmed in Broadstairs and Ramsgate.

Whaaaaaaaaaat?!?

Twilight Zone aside, the far end of Kent has a lot of charm and plenty of stuff to see. It also has the incredibly tiny 10 cover restaurant, Stark. It’s run by Ben and Sophie Crittenden,

Mackerel, carrot and yolk

Mackerel, carrot and yolk

though I guess Sophie had to be elsewhere today as front of house was a young lady who didn’t know much about food and wine and wasn’t really engaging. Perfectly good service, though. It’s just a good example of the kind of allowance you have to make when the operation is that small.

Luckily Ben’s cooking is absolutely brilliant. Won’t surprise you to know that it’s a tasting menu with no options on it, nor that it changes regularly. They are very no-nonsense on the website too: “PLEASE NOTE THAT WE ARE UNABLE TO CATER FOR ANY DIETARY REQUIREMENTS, DISLIKES OR ALLERGIES AND WE ARE UNABLE TO OFFER ANY SUBSTITUTIONS.” Perfectly fair, in the circs.

We start with a tartare of cured mackerel with a big amber egg yolk and vivid orange pickled carrot. It’s a delicate sweet pickle with flavours of dill and goes like a dream with the chewy mackerel and gooey yolk.

Poussin korma

Poussin korma

Poussin with thinly sliced grapes and a warmly spiced korma gravy just gets better and better. There’s a good hum of cardamom coming from the gravy, the poussin breast is juicy, the grapes look pretty and add sweetness.

The fish course is even better. There’s a snow-white piece of cod rolled in nori, served with brown shrimps and (probably?) a brown shrimp bisque. Or at least, it’s served with a decadently creamy/boozy/seafood-y sauce that I loved. Glad I had a bit of bread leftover to polish the plate with!

The main, if possible, is even better still. It’s a near perfect piece of fillet with a pool of sticky and silky gravy as dark as night. Then on the other side is a fine dice of some slow-cooked and perhaps previously smoked or cured beef (had given up expecting details from our waitress and didn’t think to ask) draped with a white sliver of lardo and topped with shaved

Beef and wild asparagus

Beef and wild asparagus

truffle. On the side, vivid green stalks of wild asparagus that tasted like fine asparagus with the occasional tang of ransoms.

Puds were not a let down either. Goat curd ice cream with pistachio cake and tiny fresh strawberry slices was a magic combo of textures and flavours and colours. Bright red, green and white in a little slate bowl. Coconut, cherry and chocolate included a cherry parfait, sliced cherries, coconut whipped cream, coconut goo and chocolate mousse. Absolute treat. Nobody could fail to love this pud.

The tasting menu is £60 and the cooking is bright, fresh, flavour-packed and absolutely faultless. Broadstairs is very lucky. You should make a bee-line to Stark.

Strawberry and pistachio with goat curd

Strawberry and pistachio with goat curd

Review: The Barbary, Covent Garden

The Barbary bar

The Barbary bar

Towards the end of our lunch at The Barbary I was trying to work out whether the likely £90 bill was going to be worth it. We’d had some lovely food (more on that later) and a nice drop of plonk but the price was heading towards fine dining. Then on the bill I noticed a neat little notice at the bottom: “Service & VAT are included in all our prices.” Unsure, I checked with a waitress, but yes apparently their policy is to swallow a fair service charge into the prices of the food.

Now, as far as I’m aware this isn’t without its cost: an optional service charge is tax-free, whereas include it in the menu prices and 20% of it goes to HMRC. But nevertheless, as service charge is always 12.5% in London and I’d tip that myself if it wasn’t, this was actually… mm… bit of mental arithmatic… an £81 bill, at least compared with anywhere else. So that feels okay. And it feels like The Barbary are being quite brave, trying to step out and do their bit to change an outdated and divisive service industry tradition.

Chicken livers

Chicken livers

So, about the food. We gobble up a beautiful Jerusalem bagel, covered in sesame seeds and both elastic and soft at the same time. With it we order two plates of dip. The first has two generous dollops of harissa and zhug. Which turns out to be a bright green paste of coriander, parsley and mild chilli. The harissa is also mild, but with a really splendid warm flavour of dried chilli. Neat trick. The other dip is Ashkenazi chicken liver. It’s not the smooth pate you’d expect, but a bit more like steak tartare in texture and flippin’ delicious to eat.

Next up are a pair of Moroccan cigars; actually a white fish pepped up with some spicy marinade and then wrapped in a crispy filo case. Massively munchable finger food with the yogurt and zhug dip.

Fishy cigars

Fishy cigars

For mains we try salt cod and iberico pork. We’ve been watching the pork getting charred over the flames of the open grill, and sitting at the bar watching the kitchen at work is one of the fun bits of eating at The Barbary. Then again, spending much longer than an hour propped on one of these bar stools is one of the less fun bits. Probably not a restaurant for a long, lingering meal. Also perhaps less fun with 4 or more people as you will be sitting in a line.

I digress. The pork is splendid, nice charring and still pink and meltingly soft inside. But once again I’m caught thinking: skewer of very nice pork, pickled fennel garnish, swipe of minted yogurt… £17? The salt cod has been treated perfectly and eats like soft, flaky and slightly salty clouds. It comes with a chunk of roast aubergine that is silky and subtle perfection.

You can have a meal for about £40 each before drinks at The Barbary (although that’s really £36 if you want to compare with restaurants that add a service charge or leave you to tip!). Taken for its individual elements, that doesn’t really stack up. Taken for the whole experience, the buzz of the kitchen, the unfamiliarity of the names and flavours on the menu, I’m happy to recommend everyone take at least one visit to The Barbary.

Astounding salt cod

Astounding salt cod

Review: Lorne, Victoria

Lorne

Lorne

Have I reached the end? Should I stop blogging when I can’t think of any witty, amusing, interesting or tangential theme with which to start a review? Or do I have a duty, nay a calling, to provide the internet-reading public with short, punchy, considered reviews of some of the most delicious places to eat in the UK whether there is a sarcastic preamble or not?

Yeah, that.

So Lorne was good. It’s in Victoria, just five minutes amble from the station, and it’s got a sort of posh country kitchen vibe going on that makes me think of Petersham Nurseries. The food is attractive, balanced and tasty with clean and precise flavours. It’s very pleasing.

Pork belly and half a lettuce

Pork belly and half a lettuce

I start with veal sweetbread, with a nice crust of nutty buckwheat and a blob of burnt apple puree. Enjoyed it, though the little sticks of celery(-like?) stalk seemed worthy and unhelpful. Maureen’s crispy soft-shell crab was perfect with a sweet and tangy katsu-curry sauce, the blobs of avocado and sliced radish very much in keeping with the Lorne vibe.

Main for me was pork belly. Four cubes had a very good crisp crackling topping, although the belly itself wasn’t as yielding and unctuous as other recent specimens. They served it rather startlingly with half a lettuce. Yes. With tiny cubes of smoked eel hidden among the head of leaves. I call that torture. Forcing me to eat a whole head of lettuce just to make sure I don’t miss out on any smoked eel! There were some nice bits of sharp cheese and ham in amongst the leaves too.

Turbot with morels

Turbot with morels

Maureen’s turbot main was the star, as it should be. Beautifully cooked piece of cloud-white fish with a dollop of caviar and a wild garlic leaf on top. Served with white asparagus, slices of morel and a fantastically yellow vin jaune sauce. This was every bit as elegantly rich as you’d hope.

And they turned out some splendid puddings too. My brillat-savarin pannacotta was fairly epic, the delicate cheesy flavour making the wobbly white pud come over very savoury. Nice sharp apple sorbet and crispy candied walnuts went very nicely. Maureen had fun with a strawberry tart. And we all had fun with their epic list of red dessert wines, which go back to 1946! And brilliantly a glass of the 1961 Rivesaltes will only set you back £15. It’s not often you get to sample such ancient plonk and I was easily talked into a 1978 Maury for £12. Bliss.

So… some lovely cooking. About £42 each for 3 courses before drinks, and you definitely need to save some budget for that epic dessert wine list. I think my main course struggled to live up to its price tag, but looking (and tasting) around the table I reckon most of the other dishes did. Still, although I think Lorne is a good find I can’t bring myself to rave about it – I’m just not sure it quite hits the heights of the final bill.

Brillat savarin pannacotta

Brillat savarin pannacotta