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River Cafe

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008

We went to the River Cafe last week with some friends, for lunch on a Saturday. I’d never been before, and it’s amazing to think that it’s been there for over 15 years. It was a beautiful English winter day — chilly with glaring sunshine — and we walked down along the river from Hammersmith tube, about a ten minute walk.

The atmosphere is at The River Cafe is relaxed and friendly. The restaurant is all in one big, bright room, with the kitchens towards one end and a bar running along the side. It was heartening to see Rose Gray manning the pass, dressing each dish as it arrived from the kitchen ready to go out. Her presence definitely reassured me that there is a continuity of tradition here. The blinds were pulled down against the low afternoon sun, and there was a sense of togetherness in the crammed together diners.

So, we had a round of aperitifs – campari, some sort of satsuma juice cocktail that Stuart said was a bit too sweet, and a prosecco. Starters or primi included Devon crab spaghetti and squid fried with chilli, and were perfectly portioned. I’d recommend having a starter AND a primi, as everything was so good and you’ll still have room left for the rest of the meal.

Main courses were roast partridge with lentils, roast lamb with chickpeas and polenta, and roast pork. This was hearty, seasonal grub, served at generous intervals. The partridge was mildly gamey, rich and salty with pancetta. The lamb was so pink and tender that just looking at it brought tears to you eyes. At one point a chef plonked himself down at the table next to us with a copy each of the River Cafe blue and yellow cookbooks. He leafed through, noting things down — apparently writing a menu!

We got a pudding each, but didn’t quite make it to the cheeseboard. Chocolate Nemesis was astonishingly light yet rich and the lemon tart was pleasingly acidic.

I can’t remember the wine we ordered, but it was the cheapest Chianti and was amazingly smooth.

As we lingered over coffee, the cooking staff gradually ambled over to a large table near us that was being laid with cutlery and was filling up with dishes of food. They sat down in their whites and proceeded to tuck into the fruits of their labour. A great site, and one we were happy to leave them to as we heaved ourselves out of our chairs, comprehensively sated.

Keen on Quilon

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

We went to Quilon for our 4th wedding anniversary. We prefaced this with a couple of Martinis at Dukes Bar, St James’s Place. This was like having a drink in someone’s very posh, very comfortable front room. The Martini was poured at our table, in frozen glasses, garnished with a sliver of lemon peel (what, no olive?). There were snacks – olives and cashews. The background buzz of chatter was enjoyable, though I feel that the place needed some background music. But otherwise, perfect.

We walked through St James’s Park to Quilon, on Buckingham Gate. It’s a Michelin starred Indan restaurant, specialising in South Indian cuisine. Far from being the bland, corporate room we were expecting from a couple of reviews, it’s a cosy, carpeted room, softly lit.

We had timed our hunger just right, and were not famished but were eager to get stuck in. While we waited we were given a row of tiny poppadoms, plus two dishes of richly evocative, savoury chutneys – one made with coconut, chillies and mustard seeds, the other one onion and tamarind based. I ordered Kerala Seafood Broth and Kate ordered Crab Cakes. The broth was thin and red, but deeply flavoured, full of spice and citrus and dozens of other flavours. The chunks of fish in it were soft and creamy. The crab cakes weren’t as good, being a little on the bland side. The curry leaves and ginger flavours didn’t come through strongly enough.

A glassful of hot rasam came before the main course. For the main course I ordered Baked Black Cod, and Kate had Manglorean Chicken. The cod was as tender as soft butter, each thick flake perfectly cooked and coated in sweet, crispy black marinade. The chicken was thickly coated in a creamy sauce, and perfectly spiced, but perhaps not as concisely flavoured as it could have been.

On the side we had Cottage Cheese and Coloured Pepper, Spinach Poriyal and Chickpea Masala, plus a moreish lemon rice and a paratha, which unfortunately was crisper than it was fluffy. The cottage cheese was sadly not as good as the light, zingy version served at our local, Maloncho. Instead it was an uninspiring stew. The other sides were good but overall, apart from the rice, not particularly good value for money at £9 each.

Desert of breadfruit and strawberry coulis was a bit watery and wintry. The bottle of Indian white wine – Grover Sauvignon Blanc, Nandi Hills, 2005 – was buttery, smooth and rounded, perfectly chilled and great value at around £24.

The staff were knowledgable and friendly, and while not every dish was an outright classic they were all extremely satisfying. I recommend Quilon for a special occasion, or you could always go for lunch which, with much the same menu at lower prices, would appear to be an absolute bargain.

Quilon

Thursday, September 11th, 2008

Quilon

Sunday, February 4th, 2007

Hyderabad Restaurant, Southall

Sunday, January 28th, 2007

Lahore Kebab House, Whitechapel