This is the new sibling of my very favourite London restaurant, 10 Greek Street. And now I don’t know which child to love more, because it has inherited all the same desirable genes; friendly, attractive, intelligent and good at sports (probably). I ordered from a breakfast menu that was more tempting than a free tuck shop and more middle class than kiddie yoga, with its duck eggs, black pudding, ricotta and rhubarb. Not all at once.
The crisp, golden pancakes were packed with creamy ricotta and light as an egg white omelette – in texture, not calories. The pretty pistachios were a bit wasted amidst all the excitement of some sharp, soft rhubarb and a slick of syrup. The whipped butter mostly got left behind, but only because nobody should eat a tablespoon quenelle portion of butter for breakfast, even if it does taste like it was created by otherwordly beings to make Zeus’ ambrosia a bit creamier. I suspect that you would never be served a dud meal here (which is what I have found at 10 Greek Street), and I look forward to becoming a regular. I hope that when I have real kids they can make food this delicious. If not, they’ll have to learn to love rhubarb for breakfast.
8 Hoxton Square
8 Hoxton Square, N1 6NU, 020 7729 4232