On Wednesday night, my husband and I went out to the Kitchen Table, which is round the back of Bubbledogs. I’d never been to either – Bubbledogs seems to be a very posh hotdog joint (bit of an oxymoron but it was a seriously nice place). However, the Kitchen Table is through a curtain at the back and you eat a bunch of stuff while watching the kitchen staff make the next thing. There were fifteen courses in total so we were quite full by the end.
Now, if I were a better and more committed blogger, I would have taken pictures of every course and written a little review of each. I didn’t do this because:
It annoys the kitchen and dining staff;
It annoys the other people at the table; and
It disrupts my evening.
Having said this, I did take a couple of photos to text to my friend M, who was meant to join us but bailed because she had to get up super early the next morning to fly to Italy for a meeting.
We had a great chat with the guy making the fish courses. The Kitchen Table uses fish caught on day boats, never trawlers, where the nets are far gentler and the stuff they can’t use gets thrown back. Also, did you know that there is currently a ban on catching sea bass? Any sea bass bought in London restaurants is either not British or has been frozen. I am in favour of letting the fish stocks revive but it is hard on the guys who make a living catching them.
We had the matched wines, which were superb. One was actually a perry, which I’d had before at the Great British Beer Festival but this was fantastic. Perhaps it went particularly well with the food.
This wasn’t a cheap evening. But my goodness it was a good one.
On Saturday, we played Moriaty’s Game with B and M – basically you get a load of clues by text and have to wander round Marylebone and Mayfair to get the answers. Now, I don’t really know Mayfair or Marylebone all that well so it was great to get a reason to have a proper wander.
I’d always thought hidden alleys and backstreets were mainly a City of London thing but it turns out that there are loads in Marylebone and Mayfair. It is really rather Dickensian.
Mayfair is really posh (the sort of area that oligarchs live in). Marylebone is a bit less posh – they have quite a lot of student halls and there is virtually nothing for sale there because all the land is still owned by the Duke of Devonshire.
We got a time of 2 hours 7 minutes which, given that my husband had a broken ankle, was AMAZING. Plus we got a box of chocolates at the end.
Today at 3:25pm, my friend M texted “Dude I’m starving”. We were due to eat out at Lurra tonight you see. And it was AWESOME.
The beef looked fantastic – M made the point that “the cow really wants me to eat it” – she hadn’t even read the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. I recommended it to her (and I recommend it to you). Speaking of the Hitchhiker’s Guide, I had always assumed that Hotblack Desiato the estate agent was named after the character but it turns out that Douglas Adams (the author, who lived round here) named his character after the estate agent.
I won’t go into stacks of detail. After all, B (M’s husband) is Spanish so we are incredibly lazy and generally get him to order. He chats a bit in Spanish to the waiters and then they bring out an assortment of lovely things. Tonight, the wine, the beef and the bone marrow were all terrific.
If you are interested in Spanish restaurants in London, I also recommend Donostia (Lurra’s sister restaurant), Cambio de Tercio (so awesome, particularly the tomatoes) and Brindisa (lovely tapas).