London truly is one of the greatest food towns. I'm pretty sure we've moved well beyond the stereotypes and there's plenty of evidence here in Chicago of an actual embrace of English food. We had a terrific range of stuff in our five day trip from fine dining to kebab shops. In this post I will highlight a few of the more modest, off the map joints we tried. The only omissions are the pragmatic, on-the-go bites, a nowhere-else-to-turn comically bad Indian joint, maybe at least one drunken doner kabob, and a misfired choice by one of our gracious hosts.
Otherwise, missing in this post are three more elaborate experiences detailed in the following posts:
Our highly anticipated, eye opening, and uncompromising meal at St. John.The dizzying epicenter of English pastoral bounty at Borough Market.Mighty fine tapas at Barrafina.Night one I was (fortunately) toured around by our hosts. I was pretty delirious from jetlag and going with the flow. We landed at a hip "gastropub" called
The Anchor & Hope. Apparently the cooks here have distinctive pedigrees, having worked at the likes of St. John and the OG gastropub, The Eagle. Not a bad place to score my first proper meal of the trip. The space was a low key pub atmosphere that gradually filled up during our two hour meal. We sat next to the open kitchen and it was fun to keep an eye on the action. The menu was fairly old school, not of the fish and chips and pies ilk, but of perhaps a more home style approach with several family style options of shared roasts and casseroles. Ingredients leaned toward seasonal- winter veggies, lots of meat, and local- lamb, game bird, and English cheeses. Half of our table ordered a roast leg of lamb which arrived ceremoniously in its cast iron cooking pan along with an iron pan of scalloped potatoes and smaller dishes of lentils and sauteed cabbage. Quite like a meal I might serve to company on a winter's eve. In the end I perhaps wished that I had joined in on the family style tip, but instead I wanted to bounce around the menu more. They were kind enough to let me sample a few forkfuls of lamb and it was excellent, tender as can be with a caramelized crust.
I ordered a starter and a main. I can't remember the exacts of the descriptions of the dishes, but I'll do my best.

For my starter I ordered smoked mackerel with a kind of slaw that had apple and large beet chunks. The slaw was pretty nice, a bit haphazard in its knife work, but the crunchy, sweet, creamy interplay worked well with the oily, smoky fish. The fish was fantastic, I could totally eat that for breakfast!

My main was roast pigeon with pan fried polenta and braised chikory. The veg was served really rustic style, leaves attached at the base of the stalk, it was a little tough to wrangle actually. The polenta was nice, the crisping came through at first, but lost its consistency as it absorbed the puddle of jus on the plate. The pigeon was great, cooked medium with a gamy, minerally richness. I've tried to cook pigeon before but have always dried it out- a quick sear and roast in the pan like this next time. The one issue with small birds like this is that there is not a whole lot to be done with the legs and wings unless they are deep-fried to a palatable crisp.
Briefly, to address my mental notes on gastro-pubs vs. normal pubs vs. the newfangled American versions of these: The Anchor & Hope was turning out really nice plates of English cooking featuring high- quality ingredients that to me reflected a more provincial or home style cuisine rather than the urban soak-up-the-beer type of fare. There were no burgers or fish n chips to be found on this menu- dishes more common at your average corner pub. We did go to other pubs where interesting sounding things like potted shrimp shared menu space with chilli nachos- perhaps everyplace wants to cash in on a little "gastro". Menus at ampersand-heavy joints on this side of the pond seem to feature both styles of farm-to-table Anglo cuisine and the more common pub grub that might seem to us paradigmatic of English food. Not a criticism, just an observation- after the Brits have had some time to refine the concept- the trend started with The Eagle in London in 1991. And also, The Anchor & Hope was the only restaurant of this style that we visited, for all I know the Eagle could be slinging up bacon sammies.
Also of note was that the beer list was rather pedestrian and slight at The Anchor & Hope. I was frustrated for most of the trip with beer selections everywhere, always the on tap usual suspects with a handful of handpulled cask ales that unfortunately just don't suit my palette. Tepid, slightly viscous, and bland, kind of resembling dishwater, I hate to say that of the four or five various pints I tried on the trip, they just don't do it for me. English ales poured cold from a bottle are a different story. A & H had a good wine list on the other hand and I noticed that many average pub offered a better selection of nicer wines than your everyday watering hole in the states.
The next day, ravenous we trucked up to Brick Lane for a delicacy that had been raved about by just about everyone we encountered:
The Salt Beef Bagel. Like Devon Street, Brick Lane was once a predominantly Jewish neighborhood, the few beigal shops a testament to this heritage. And also like Devon (the eastern stretch at least) Brick Lane in the past century has been populated by South Asian communities, in this case Bangladeshi.
I did have an address, though with a growling belly we ducked in to the first shop we found that proclaimed itself the original:

The place had a quite the display of pastries and an extensive menu of bagel sandwiches. I was a bit suspect by the absence of the cranky old ladies at the counter that we'd been warned about- here, attractive young women instead. No worries, the bagel was only about three pounds, worth a try.
By the time I'd wolfed down half of the thing, I realized that I hadn't snapped a shot:

Pretty damn delicious- salt beef is the American equivalent of corned beef (the English version of corned beef is unmentionable). The counter girl sliced off thick chunks of the meat from a large hunk on a chopping block on display in the front window (sorry no pic). Very nice, tender and salty meat, I enjoyed the hearty thick cuts. The bagel itself was chewy with just enough crust, properly boiled before baked, the real deal. A smear of Coleman's mustard added horseradishy zip.
Enjoying our bagels al fresco in front of the shop I realized that the next shop over was also a beigel shop, and it was in fact the address that we meant to originally try.

Fortunately, I was so hungry that the first salt beef beigel had not tided me over (they aren't that big really). So, round two it was. And this place had the cranky ladies and a more concise menu:

Round two:

Another awesome sandwich- not too different from the first. The bagel here was a little more pillowy, but the meat had more textural intrigue- a bit more fat, a little chew on the outer bits.
I will crave these. I've never had the corned beef at New York Bagel & Bialy, but I imagine there would be the place to approximate this lovely creature. NYB&B most likely slices the meat thin, which wouldn't be right. And do they serve it hot? That's another primal aspect of the sbb experience. I'm sure they have a zippy mustard but not Coleman's. Hmm, there must be a way to come up with a facsimile, maybe at home...
Skipping ahead-
I had also heard legends of the Turkish food on the East End. Mangal seemed to be the spot. After all,
Gilbert & George eat there everyday. However, my good buddy, intrepid food sleuth, occasional LTH poster, and East End resident, Chris Powers had his own local favorite. I would not argue with this guy. To Hackney we went for Kurdish kebabs at Neden Urfa.

A hole in the wall spot with two tables, impeccably clean with a very spartan grill set up and a small pizza oven. A refrigerated case displayed the lovely kebabs.
It was clear that Chris was way down with these guys, apparently he eats here several times a day in some cases (such as that day). Chris and the guys engaged in rapport about ingredient prices at the market. An enthusiastic conversation ensued about their house ground sumac and namesake urfa biber dried hot pepper. I tasted both, a prelude to the taste sensations coming our way.
Sumac

Urfa Biber

A family business, the son/ owner was at the helm that night, but apparently the parents do the cooking on some nights. A shorty nephew and a brother were also lending a hand that evening. Watching these guys work was enthralling. This wad was truly artisinal with no short cuts made. This is food at its best- bridging local, cross-cultural relationships, adhering to time tested, scratch recipes, and just unbelievably tasty.
We ordered adana kebabs and lahmajoun.
Kebabs went on the grill over live lump charcoal:

Then our guy rolled out dough for the lahmajoun:

Topped with ground lamb mixture:

I was really surprised when he began rolling out more dough, freshly made flatbread for the kebabs!

I didn't get a shot of the preparation of the salad that topped the kebabs, but he finely chopped tomato, onion, and lettuce and tossed it together with a generous squeeze of lemon and a liberal dusting of sumac.
Topping the kebab:

We quickly hurried back to the flat with our bounty.
Lahmajoun
Lahmajoun was some of the best I've had on an etherally thin, crispy- in- spots crust.
Adana Kebab
The kebab was the main event though. The meat was incredible- hand minced to a fairly course texture and mixed with onion, red pepper, parsley, garlic, and the urfa chile. Beyond this complex seasoning it was redolent of smoky char. The salad mix offered more bright popping flavor, crisp and tart. I was really impressed that the kebab needed no further seasoning, it had no sauce, nor did it need any. This was the best wrapped sandwich of any class- kebab, burrito, taco, etc. that I have probably ever ate. Unfortunately, I could not find the address for Neden Urfa online, so unless you ask Chris personally, this gem of a spot will remain a hidden secret in the hills of Hackney.
And finally, we sampled some London Vietnamese at Song Que in Shoreditch.


Pho and citrusy salad was just what the doctor ordered after a long night at the pubs. I ordered my usuals:
Bo La Lot
These little dudes had a higher betel leaf to meat filling ratio than my benchmark at Pho Xua here in town and were therefore a little less satisfying. The pickled veggies in that pepper cup were nice. Wasn't sure what to do with the rice noodles, wrap 'em up I guessed.
Green Papaya Salad with Shrimp and Pork
An excellent rendition, lemony and herbaceous, heavy on the rau ram. The shrimp was of very high quality, fresh and sweet. The pork slices were hiding under the prawn crisps and were quite mild, seemingly just simply poached.
Pho with Rare Beef and Bible Tripe
A lovely bowl, with a very refined clear broth. Slight note of cassia and star anise. Very tender meats, toothsome noodles, perfect. The garnish plate was fairly standard- bean sprouts, Thai basil, culantro, but with fiery red chile slices rather than the ubiquitous-round-these-parts jalapeño, a nice twist.
All in all the food was as good as any in Chicago. I must note the price difference though- the Bo La Lot, while plated with dramatic flair was priced at around 7 pounds as opposed to 4 bucks at Pho Xua. The other dishes were also around 7 pounds. Perhaps the prices are due to its fashionable location. We arrived to a 15 minute wait and the clientele leaned toward the gringo side.
London, I love you. One of the greats. From a fine dining culture with reverence for local foodways and farm-to-table ethics to ethnic street food that is prepared from scratch, some of the best eating anywhere.
The Anchor & Hope
36 The Cut
Waterloo, London SE1 8LP
Tel: 020 7928 9898
Beigel Factory
155 Brick Lane
Shoreditch, London E1 6SB
Tel: 020 7729 0826
Brick Lane Beigel Bakery
159 Brick Lane
Shoreditch, London, E1 6SB
Tel.: 020 7729 0616
Song Que
134 Kingsland Road,
Shoreditch, London, E2 8DY
Tel.: 020 7613 3222