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Rochelle Canteen

Rochelle Canteen

Rochelle School

Arnold Circus

London E2 7ES

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Background: One of the inevitable consequences of moving to a new city, or country even, is that your existing friends and family try to set you up on friend dates.  On one such occasion, when my mother and her friend connected their daughters ‘who were looking for friends in London’, I met up with a girl who had been living in London for no less than 8 years, thinking she was helping out a newcomer (3 years deep).  That relationship was not meant to be and I believe our respective relationships with our mothers suffered as well.  It does happen every so often that you are connected by someone else and it just works.  In London it has happen three times, this particular time it was my step-brother Lopo who put me in touch with Rachel, a foodie, setting up her own catering business who is a super cool East London chick and we ate a great, simply meal together and just chatted and chatted forever.  The plan was to meet in Shoreditch, no small task in the snow (this post is about as current as the January snow storms), at a place called Rochelle Canteen.  I took the Hammersmith and City line, which means it’s a miracle I made it all, and even found the restaurant which is located in a schoolyard behind a wall with no sign (further indication that I am a genius).   

  

The Meal:  The menu is simple and to the point.  The ambience is no different.  No nonsense.  We were there for lunch, ordered starter and a main (see why I like this girl), we split the Oxtail Soup and the Roast Sirloin & Horseradish.  Oxtail soup is one of those menu items that I cannot get enough of.Though how I try, I cannot not order it.  The most popular way of serving it is usually in a consommé type broth, though usually more robust in flavour than a typical broth, with a dumpling or something with some of the meat.  This was not that.  It was Osso bucco in a soup; hearty and soulful, truly not what I was expecting but really delicious.  The roast beef, was well roast beef. But perfectly cooked, the way you wish most of the roast beef you will ever have would be cooked. 

 

For the main course, Rachel chose the Braised Faggot & Peas and I went with the Black Bream, Leek and Green Sauce.   Being a prudish American I could never order a meal called Faggot but it was very good and not at all what I was expecting.  I have always been under the impression that the non-pejorative term meant a bundle of sticks, therefore I was, perhaps foolishly, expecting a bundle of something rather than basically one big meatball.  At New Year’s I resolved to eat more fish, this was one of my inaugural meals and I was not to be disappointed.  The skin was perfectly crispy while the flesh was tender and moist.  As for the sides, well you might comment on a sort of lacklustre colour profile going on, they were the best that the dead of winter will lend to a restaurant trying to source local and in season food. 

 

For desert (yep, it was that type of meal) we split the Prune & Almond Tart.  Since childhood, I have avoided the prune like the plague associating it with regulating one’s tummy.  My views have now shifted.  For a dried fruit it still holds onto a bit of the succulence of the original fruit and the combination with the almond was great. 

Closing Thoughts: Rochelle Canteen, tucked away in a school yard, serves good solid fare.  It was a pleasant excursion from West London and a great casual place to meet a new friend.  Also its BYOB with a £5 corkage fee.

 

Silverware: Fittingly school canteen like

Silverspoons: 8/10

Damage: Don’t she paid, but I am guessing pretty reasonable 

The Hinds Head

The Hinds Head

High Street

Bray

Berkshire, SL6 2AB

01628626 151

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Background: Our dear friend Jeffery is moving back to the States and to send himself off, he had planned a wonderful boozy lunch out in Henley the other Sunday.  So what is one to do when they find they need to be out in the countryside on Sunday for lunch? Well, schedule two meals around it, of course!  It was this magical thinking that brought us to The Hinds Head.  The Hinds Head is the pub of the world renowned Heston Blumenthal whose claim to fame, The Fat Duck, is just down the road. The pub, built in the 15th century, has been operational for over 400 years and although its original function is unknown some say it was a royal hunting lodge while other the guest house of the Abbot of Cirencester. In an unusual turn of events, I was not burdened by the responsibility of making a reservation but was told by my friend, Michelle that her new boyfriend, Dawid (pronounced Daa –Vid, try it once more) had made a reservation and we would be having a double date. Fantastic! Luckily the skies were pouring down with rain so there was nothing more we all wanted to do then sit down to a nice pub lunch.

 

The Meal:  One glance at the menu and it is obvious that a measured pace is advised although it was pretty clear that was not going to happen.  We started off with two “snacks”, Devils on Horseback and Scotch Quail Eggs (we opted out of Warwickshire Wizzers); all of which needed to be explained by the waitress as there wasn’t not an Englishman among us and I was too embarrassed to admit just how familiar I already was with Scotch Eggs. That being said, The Devils on Horseback were exactly as good as any meat lover (pork in particular) can imagine sausages wrapped in bacon would be and the Scotch eggs were cooked to perfection.

For the starters we elected to go for some of the lighter options on the menu; the Duck and Smoked Guinea Fowl Terrine with Spiced Apples, the Picked Anchovies with Tomato and Garlic, the Scallops with Smoked Pollack Champ and a grilled squid that was not on the menu but an additional special.  All of the starters were very good but the anchovies and the scallops were the stand out favourites.  Fish, like aubergine, has never been a particular favourite of mine, strangely I am a diehard fan of anything shellfish.  The anchovy, therefore, poses several problems; a) it is fish shaped, b) it is a fishy fish, and c) it has lots of little bones in it.  Imagine my surprise when this rather large anchovy melted in my mouth without a hint of fish or bone.  It was a delightful dish.  The scallop was also very good but in a very different way.  Where the anchovies were simply and beautifully prepared in a classic Mediterranean style the scallops were more inventively put together a la late 1990’s with a foam to represent the sea and breadcrumbs the sand.  As cheesy as it sounds, I was still extremely tasty.

For the main courses, Dawid chose the Blade of Highland Beef with Savoy Cabbage and Black and White Pudding, Pascal got the Oxtail and Kidney Pudding, Michelle opted for the Wild Boar and Apple Sausages with Mash and Caramelised Onion Gravy, and I ordered the Aberdeenshire Beef with Bone Marrow Sauce and Triple Cooked Chips.  Given that it was Dawid who brought us all together at the Hinds Head, it was only fitting that his choice would be the winner among champions.  The beef shoulder was cooked sous-vide (in a plastic bag in water) for 17 hours! (I believe the hype)  It was rich and tender and succulent and really anything you could hope for in a braised shoulder of beef with the crisped Savoy cabbage balancing the flavours very nicely.  

The second favourite were the Wild Boar and Apple Sausages; a step up from your traditional bangers and mash and very good.  My steak was lovely.  And although am not such a kidney fan for those around the table who are more smitten with offal, the Oxtail and Kidney pie was also a winner. 

  

Dessert:  It’s hard to imagine that after such a feast we could muster the energy for dessert. But desperate times call for desperate measures and we dug deep; deep enough to order two desserts among the four of us.  I choose the Caramelised Apple Crumble with Vanilla Ice Cream and Dawid chose the Chocolate Wine ‘Slush’ with Millionaire Shortbread. The crumble was a very good, solid, stand-up crumble, certainly worth another pass. The ‘Slush’ was an entirely different matter.  If you were to analogize it would go like this: anchovies are to scallops as crumble is to slush.  Make sense?  It seems that culinary inventiveness was not just limited to the late1990s but also to the 1660s (there is a nice symmetry or palindromeness or something to that).  Chocolate wine (made by whisking a strong wine like claret or port with sugar and chocolate) hit the scene in the days of Charles II and was seen as an aphrodisiac.  The resulting dessert was very good in an “I can’t really figure it out but I like it” kind of way.    

Closing Thoughts: It’s hard to say that you were blown away by a pub.  Emotionally I find that difficult, but this place was really good.  The beef shoulder is up there with best pieces of meat ever.  Everyone walked out of lunch into the rainy afternoon and said, “Man, do I want to go to Fat Duck for dinner ... and come here for lunch.”  I hope to find a reason to venture to Bray again, and soon!

 

Silverware: Classic and substantial

Silverspoons: 8.5 / 10

Damage: £50 / person including wine

Andrew Edmunds

Andrew Edmunds

46 Lexington Street, Soho

London W1F 0LW

0207 437 5708

Background:  I had been in a little bit of a food rut so eating out at someone else's restaurant selection, especially a foodie like Rob, was very welcome.  Andrew Edmunds is located on a small street tucked in the middle of Soho across the street from the ever brimming Fernandez & Wells. Upon arrival, I was early (as usual), my boyfriend was also early (unheard of) and one our fellow diners was already seated. This was a relief as there was absolutely no where to wait for our table if need be.  We were shown to a table down a precarious staircase with no railing to a dimly lit, basement-like room (romantic to some) where we would spend the next two hours and as Frances so aptly noted as she walked, wow looks like it's a third date place.

Dinner: The decor is simple, if not rustic with paper table cloths, candles in old wine bottles and picnic style silverware, the menu hand-written daily.  Unsure as to how to break it to my dinner colleagues that I intended to photograph our entire meal or that a selection of dishes would be preferable to get a real feel for the place, I kept quiet only to realise later that my embarrassment caused me to miss pictures of the starters, the highlight of the meal AND that three of us had ordered the same dish.  Huge faux-pas I know, but I am learning.  Nonetheless, we had the Seared Herb Tuna with Edamame Beans, Pickled Ginger and Wasabi Mayonnaise, the Smoked Eel with Beetroot Salad and Crème Fraîche and the Dressed Crab.  All of the starters were a hit, the crab, traditional and well executed, the tuna was delicious with extremely well balanced flavours, and the smoked eel is always a favourite.  For our mains, we had THREE orders of the Wild Halibut Fillet with Spinach and Wild Garlic Leaves, Buttered Potatoes and Tartar Sauce (pictured above) and I had the Confit of Duck Leg with Roast Rattle Potatoes, Blood Orange, Pomegranate, Beetroot and Pecan Salad (below).

While the halibut was done simply yet elegantly leaving three completely empty plates, the duck was less simple.  I substituted the potatoes for a green vegetable, sprouting broccoli, so perhaps my fault, but the accompanying salad neither complemented nor integrated with the duck leg which was slightly too salty.  All in all, it may have been slightly pricey for whats on offer and I am still regretting the three halibuts, but I have learned my lesson.  Dessert on the other hand, Brown Bread Ice Cream, almost warranted a second order. 

Silverware: Picnic style roll-up with paper napkin and boarding school canteen flatware.

Silverspoons: 6/10

Damage: £40/ person