SEVEN DIALS (visited)
11 Langley St. London WC2H 9JG - 0207 856 2154
SPITALFIELDS (also found at)
157 Commercial St. London E1 6BJ - 0207 247 7392

I was pretty sure that the Hawksmoor's continuing glistening reports were not going to stop here especially after I spotted the signage over the newer outpost in Covent Garden "beef and liberty." Sure enough a great meal beckoned from a little beyond the wall hanging. The teal leather and bare brick combo set a familiar tone for another mega meat devouring joint of polished but relaxed. Although trying a bit too earnestly with the latter with a playlist that would have been more suited to entertain a hoard tourists on their way to Abbey Road and the staffs casual Fridays dress code, but that is all by the by when food is served up like this:
The Beautiful Beef
We skipped the starters to make room for our 1.2 kilogram of on the bone prime rib plus a trio of sides. As you may guess photos taken in a room illuminated sparingly by bronzed 40's spotlights by my dated little Canon digital are never going to display the deliciousness to its full and worthy capacity, so please excuse my overzealous descriptions. The presence of greenery on a plate at a steak joint comes with little intention of providing nutrition but serves as another vehicle of piling on the flavour of all that is tasty but bad for you. In this instance the creamed spinach and crunchy gloriously over buttered "Bobby beans" did just that. Carbwise it was only ever going to be chips, and from a choice of triple cooked and beef dripping we went with the latter. Thick cut and golden, and each one like the crunchiest Sunday roast potato, the kind that would have each family member clawing for. When picking condiments I thought it wise to carry on slinking down the same slippery molten fat ridden slope we had begun on and chose the Stilton Hollandaise.
Stilton Hollandaise: everything you would expect it to be.
The rich pungent creaminess was an unnecessary accompaniment to the meat but served as an indulgent dunking sauce for the chips. Despite everything being delightful on their own, the root purpose of being here was to suffice my carnivorous desire to which I woke up with last Sunday. Thankfully the foot long cut that was presented to us succeeded in hitting that craving, it was a thing of beauty cut up in a dozen charred rose inch thick slices. The exterior was blackened to almost form a smoky crunch, but the coveted pink was retained and steeped in its own juiciness. Each piece was sublime.


The house red had been glugged continuously throughout and berry echoes still lingered. But to seal the deal after such savouriness we were set on something sweeter. I had eyed up a sorry looking desert on the way in, lazy crumpled up pastry topped with something brown and something white. Unknowingly it appeared at our table next to an impeccable elongated triangle of sour cherry cheesecake. This was good as far as berry cheesecakes go, smooth cream, pleasing pangs of fruit, substantial yet crumbly base.
Peanut Butter Shortbread with Caramel Ice Cream
Sour Cherry Cheesecake
As for mine, it brought me no closer to the promise of a desert made up in one of my favourite food stuffs being better or levelling with eating it straight out of the tub, cartoon bear to honey pot style. The pastry was characteristically like a digestive biscuit but softer and with a slight nuttiness. The brown that oozed out of furrowed sides was caramel and creamy white was apparently salted caramel ice cream. Apologies for the flat response, even though both deserts were nice and our plates left spotless, my sadness comes from the fact that they could only be described as “nice,” whilst the sweet course has so much potential to be more passion provoking. In spite of this I am a total Hawksmoor aficionado and you will see me coming back for more of their savoury expertise, but next time opting for starters and ditching deserts.

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Casual Pastel Friday
Pale Blue slouchy scoop front tee - Acne
Nude silk mix shorts -Thrifted
A casual staple - battered Converse hi tops

Meatballs Part II
A casual defrosting of a batch of last times Wednesday meal makes for a great base for spaghetti lunch.
Simply mixed in with some wholewheat pasta and wilted spinach with a sprinkle of parmesan.

Happy Bank Holiday Weekend y'all!!!



Roll Back Fleck Tee (new fave) - Topshop
Zig Zag Print Maxi - Vintage
Jewels: bronze chain / multi seed bead twist - H&M / chazza shop

Sandwich Folder and Salad
For some derranged reason I didn't think an A4 folder size sandwich wouldn't be enough so I made a lentil, carrot, roasted tomato and onion side salad! I ate the entire salad but was defeated by my mega sandwich of turkish bread, salami, mozzarella, black olives and red onion chutney three quarters of the way through. I did save the rest as a power snack just before my cycle home though!



Khaki Sunnies - Dries Van Noten
Micro Check Linen Shirt - Uniqlo
Panelled Sand Slim Fit Trousers - H&M
Tan Woven Leather Pumps - Brazilian find
Washed Canvas Rucksack - Toppers
Orange and Chicken Salad
Tasty way to use up the rest of that roast chicken. Chucked in a salad with some blanched brocolli florets, 
orange segmets, carmelised onions, sugared and chilli-ed pecans. All tossed in a citrus dressing, of fresh OJ, olive oil, heaps of pepper, salt, bit of dijon and orange zest,  



90s Neon Colour Block Shirt - Beacons Closet NYC
"Chanel" earrings - Vintage
Washed Black Levis Cut Off Shorts - Thrifted
Leopard Wedges - River Island

Mini Smörgåsbord
Thanks to Ikea's easy make rye bread I had lots left over and thought a Scando influenced lunch was in order. Consisting of smoked salmon, grated carrot, peppered shredded beetroot, pickled fennel and dilly yoghurt to top the rye bread chunks, squeeze of lemon and hey presto, Smörgåsbord at my desk!




Chambray Tab Shirt - borrowed from Andrew, Uniqlo
High Waisted Floral Shorts - Thrifted
Skinny Wrap belt - as previously
Cut out nude sandals and frosted sunnies - Topshop

Courgette and Feta Fritters
- grate courgette
- make eggy batter, more eggs than self raising
- season, crumble in feta and peas
- swizzle in corgette
- blob in a hot pan and fry

Fresh Summer Fritters
So yesterday I had a splendid brekkie of courgette and feta fritters with a fried egg and crisp maple bacon!
Also suitable for a kick starting lunch, with a bit of rocket and various gaarden grown leaves, oven roasted tomatoes and minty yoghurt dressing.



104 Bermondsey Street, London United Kingdom SE1 3UB - 020 7403 4902      

I am a big fan of tapas. Ten minutes stumble away from Las Ramblas there is a fabulous spot crammed with more people than there are wine glasses, they stand and some of the lucky ones perch at the bar and all gobble up freshly hacked octopus flash fried with garlic and chilli whilst others lose themselves in the slithers of acorn fed cured pig legs of which decorate the corners of the bar. On side streets of Valencia I fondly remember a refuge we found from too many sun kissed days at a beachside music festival, we nursed ourselves back to better versions of ourselves with every delicious thing you could imagine on a tail of bread. Every mouthful revived our senses, pickled fish speared through a red pepper pillow, fat laced ham and irregular triangles of bold cheese. In my opinion remarkable yet seemingly simple food paves the way  for a great tapas joint, with service and ambience that should be efficient but relaxed. José Pizarro does just that. With his latest venture he channels his food through pure passion and captures the bustling traditional tapas bar atmosphere perfectly bringing something special to a little corner in Bermondsey.

Instinctively when entering any bar, restaurant or even the tube I scan for a free seat, I admit this is a very lazy force of habit. Anyway at José’s, this primal London instinct is futile. Come by anytime after six and be prepared to stand for the entirety of your stay, honestly said without a grumble. As although we managed to nab one seat we discarded it after fifteen minutes. Excuse being we were getting too far into the delicious plates and losing ourselves in conversation and ahem aptly chosen wine.

Although the menu is succinct the problem lies in every option being described so seductively making narrowing down the options impossible. Instead we turned to our barman/waiter and with a smile he navigated us through the menu and wine list. Some staggered moments later we chowed into the following, kicking off with...

Caramelized chicory, walnuts, Picos blue cheese

Pisto and crispy duck egg

One of my favourite leaves; chicory.  Elegantly shaped but robust in flavour, good at every stage between raw and almost cooked, it's got a lot going for it. Especially when muddled with Picos blue, sweet pomegrante beads and competing with the crunch of the caramelised wlanuts.  The second dish to arrive was the fried duck egg with a perfect molten vermillion middle, which also proved to be a versatile dipping sauce.

Lightly battered hake with aioli
The hake arrived just in time for a glorious first dunk into the rich yolk, the coating balanced the flavours and eased the palette into the sweet segmented flesh. Double dunked in it's alioli companion worked like a gluttons condiment dream. All this indulging was nothing compared to the simple pleasure yet to come.

Jamón Ibérico Manuel Maldonado

A plate of cured meats completes any tapas selection, we went with Jamon Iberico which was melt in your mouth perfection!

Ready and raring for a quick sear and season...
Delectable cut of beef slithers

I fear in-between the excitement of ordering and sporadically eating, I shamefully forgot to note the part of the beast to which I owe the pleasure. Whatever cut it was it was explained to us that it was so delectable it needed nothing but the punctual sizzle of the griddle and a sprinkling of sea salt before it hits the plate. Barely sealed on the outside but it was truly all it needed, simple preparation to tease out the wholesome natural flavour of the meat. So savoury, so satisfying.

I was charmed by José's. For a couple of hours I was spoilt with the best of Spain right infront of me; tapas and wine as I remember fondly from holidays gone by but with much better service. With news of another fresh addition but this time paired with some upmarket bubbles, it seems there is no stopping the Pizarro magic. I can't wait to prop myself up at the bar once more.

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