We’re fresh off the plane from London and I have so much to tell you that I honestly cannot figure out where it all begins. Do I start high, with pictures and bits from our unbelievably delicious meal at Nopi? Do I tell you about the day I ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner at Indian restaurants? There’s so much to discuss. I already feel like we need more time.
Let me first say this: I didn’t expect to love London. For all the claims that it’s better than New York – you know I love New York – I was sure my heart would stay with Manhattan, even after crossing the pond. London, I had been told, was rainy and cold. It was expensive. And more than a few friends warned me that the food wasn’t worth much excitement.
But people, I loved London. Of course I loved the accents – so civilized! so grand! – and the dress – much more refined than our stateside attire, I’m afraid – but I really, really adored the food.
British food used to mean fish’n’chips and beer. For the record, we ate plenty of those. But we also found our way to the mecca that is Borough Market, where hipster-clad folks pull fantastic espresso, sell homemade charcuterie, and serve up the best plate of raclette I’ve ever seen.
I expected a rather staid attitude toward food in London, but I encountered quite the opposite. In fact, roaming through Marylebone on the weekend, I passed by a folding table on which a farmer from Kent and his son had set up a pop-up shop selling what were, simply put, the best strawberries and the best cream I’ve ever eaten.
And then, of course, there were the more expected pleasures. In planning our trip across the pond, I focused on two food groups. One was Indian food. Everyone says London has the best, and I planned to put that claim to the test. I made sure that plenty of dosas, curries, and chaat were on the week’s agenda.
If I’m being completely honest, the curry houses I unearthed – via a quite comprehensive online search and a lot of asking – were good, but not the best. We had some really good samosa, great bhel puri, and memorable aloo gobi. But the baingan bartha, saag paneer, and dosa left something to be desired. If folks have better recommendations — because yes, there will be a next time — please do leave a comment below.
So what was the other major food group? That would be Ottolenghi. Yes, the Ottolenghi food group. Not familiar with that one? A quick search on this site reveals nearly 10 recipes from his collection of wonderful cookbooks, and I’m sure there are more lurking around. Between Plenty, Jerusalem, and the original Ottolenghi, I’ve cooked dozens of his recipes, and I’m a more skilled and creative cook as a result. So the chance to try some of his five locations across London wasn’t something I could pass up. We went to two of his restaurants, and quite frankly, we were blown away. Ottolenghi is famous for his salads, which sit high and mighty on a long table, ready to dish up at lunch or dinner. They are as glorious as the ones in his books, and eating them prepared by an expert is a truly memorable experience. And as for Nopi, his newest location and more of a fancy, sit-down situation, we spent most of the meal with our mouths agape at the exquisite surroundings, the incredible continuity of the room and each little detail contained within. The food was also amazing. You have to go.
One of the most memorable bits I ate at Nopi was dessert. Can we briefly establish that picking a best was very hard? The asparagus and samphire salad was unbelievable and in just a few days back at home, I’ve already tried to replicate it twice. But the dessert was a pitch-perfect Eton mess, and I’ve been dreaming about it ever since. And now, you can make it at home.
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