El Norte Restaurant Review

If you’re looking for a grand night out amongst the moneyed and influential, along with finely cooked and presented food that has a price tag that keeps out the riffraff, then El Norte will make your year complete.

The passionate sound of Flamenco can be heard as you pass into the warmly low lit space that is El Norte, (you won’t take any bright shiny ‘Grams here). This could be a warning klaxon though, is someone going to start singing Y Viva Espana any moment? My dad used to do that at the drop of a castanet, I still blame Freddy Laker.

Well no, as is this not cheesy muzak Flamenco but the live sound of Monica Guech, a Spanish vocalist and composer who creates a fusion of Pop Soul, Jazz and Spanish Flamenco, and she’s here every Tuesday evening. 

It’s done very tastefully, non-intrusively, and at just the right volume so that you can still talk to others at your table. Doing things tastefully and, it has to be said, somewhat expensively, is what Arian and Alberto Zandi, co-founders of the Emerald Hospitality Group and creators of El Norte do very well.

It’s lush inside, as you’d expect in affluent Mayfair, and is said to be taking its inspiration from the great villas of Northern Spain with its vintage upholstery mixed with low slung lighting which, as I say, may be bad for Instagrammers but is very nice for couples. Too many restaurants today are lighting for mobile phones, not atmosphere. Photos here are therefore provided by the restaurant.

Service is also as slick as would be expected; impeccable staff formally dressed and gliding around on invisible wheels, delivering properly weighty fabric bound menus for cocktails, wine, and of course food, and then melting away with a smile. 

The cocktails are certainly creative, even if not always exactly Spanish, P’s Passion Foam Mule – Vodka , Ginger Syrup , Lime juice, Foam, looked like a pint of real ale in pewter mug and she loved the sharp astringency. I had Smocked (sic)  Bacon Old Fashion – Rye Whiskey , Choc Bitter’s (sic) , Bacon, Wood Smoke which was uncapped at the table to allow the aroma of camp fire to drift across our table, and to slightly alarm the folks next door until they realised it wasn’t actually a kitchen fire. There is by the way a bar attached to the restaurant where you can sample their cocktail creations until 1:30 a.m.

The menu at El Norte is pleasingly compact but even so has enough interesting dishes to keep you happily undecided. Many take their cue from traditional Spanish plates, but inject some striking modern touches. Broken into sections  para picar (nibbles), ensaladas y crudos (salads and raw dishes), vegetales de temporada (seasonal vegetables), carnes (meat and poultry), pescados y mariscos (fish and seafood), and para acompañar (sides) it has something, as they say, for everyone. 

After a stylishly simple amuse of almond and garlic soup, and a few moments being tempted by Calamares Fritos Con Ali Oli – Fried calamari rings with lime mayo, which we know will be light years ahead of standard squid rings, we go for the tortilla de trufa to share because I love the honesty of tortillas.

These are so hard to get right at home, often being too oily, but no such problem here, the plump tortilla is packed with mushrooms, onion and, of course, potato, with generous slices of truffle on top and, masterstroke alert, lots of Manchego cheese on the side.

It’s a bit more decadent than your usual tortilla, but what a great dish it is, we busily clash forks for the last bits. After that, we probably don’t need the two croquettes we ordered, and to be fair the waiter did warn us we might be overdoing it, but they are worth it. Large, crispy coated, beautifully creamy inside flecked through with jamon, with extra jamon on top, because you can’t have too much Jamon, plus a lubricating blob of guacamole.

Much as I like the croquetas I felt that I could have pushed out the boat and gone for Tartar De Gamba Roja Y Lima – Red prawn tartare with lime olive oil, Red prawns are a bit of a gourmet rarity, but El Norte gets much of its food direct from Spain, so they would have been good to try. 

Once upon a time for my main I’d have been on the Galician grilled octopus like a starving shark. Everything from Galicia is gorgeous, but their seafood is especially sought after.  Spanish people go there just for their foodie holidays, as the weather, being on the Atlantic coast, is not a big draw.

I’ve seen too many nature documentaries now though, and I find octopuses both mysterious and fascinating.  Quite possibly they are emissaries from a higher alien civilisation, whose bosses won’t be too pleased when they find out we’ve been grilling their ambassador.

So its Pluma De Cerdo Iberico Glaseada,  Glazed Iberian pork with potatoes for me, a cut of  pork that is the Holy Grail of pork in Spain. Pluma, or Pen, is a triangular shaped cut with only one available from each pig and often weighing no more than 100g. It comes from the acorn-fed black pigs that give us Iberian Jamon and so, when you add all this up, it’s no wonder it’s a lot more expensive than fillet steak as well as a lot more tasty.

Here they’ve marinaded it overnight, before roasting it and glazing it for extra flavour and sweetness. It is delicious, and the potatoes, sliced and fried are all it needs. That said I also have some asparagus with almonds coated in Romesco sauce ( a classic sauce of tomato, almonds and paprika) which adds another level of taste and texture.

If steak is more your thing however, then Chuletón De Vasco Buey serves up a kilo of premium basque rib eye, and you can’t get much better than that. I see one go past and am a bit envious.

P is more delicate in her choices, having Lubina Salvaje A La Riojana – Wild seabass with sweet tomato and red pepper sauce rather than meat. Again this is first class sourcing, the large seabass fillet full of its own flavour and well able to balance with the sauce with tightrope walking accuracy. P shares the asparagus and some of my potatoes, even though I try and stop her.

So having eaten many of my potatoes, P is unable to do dessert so I order chestnut mousse and toffee, a seriously sweet dish with that unique chestnut taste I recall from my days at Scout camp, something I now try to repress. It’s gorgeous.

And so is El Norte. Spanish food has many guises, from the small and dusty tapas bar in  remote villages and the now Disney-fied food of San Sebastián, to the luxury take of El Norte and it’s all good (except for some of those San Sebastián places).

If you’re looking for a grand night out amongst the moneyed and influential, along with finely cooked and presented food that has a price tag that keeps out the riffraff, then El Norte will make your year complete.

Live music is every Tuesday and at weekends a new resident DJ, Santiago Perez is there every Friday and Saturday for a mix of Latin influenced house music.

19-20 Dover St, London, W1S 4LU

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Come for the food, stay for the footy

‘Who ate all the pies?’ Actually, it’s more a case of who ate the crab pannacotta and then the sea bass with salsify?  Nick finds his first football match to be a surprisingly tasty experience.

I have a confession to make; although I am an old geezer I have never been to a football match in my life. Until last Saturday.

My father was not remotely interested in football and my school played rugby. Ok, yah?  So, I was never going to be a football fan.

Plus, back in my teenage years, football was at its lowest point; mindless violence, both in and out of the stadiums, standing up in the cold for the whole ninety minutes and food that was barely worthy of the name. It really never appealed to me.

But, Watford FC’s, Hornets Hospitality, has  recently been awarded the highest accolade in Premier League hospitality. Continue reading

BOB’s Lobster, London Bridge.

BOB’s Lobster is a quite a catch, super fresh seafood in a modern diner setting and with some very inventive dishes that don’t all involve the lobster.

As I get older I find myself more and more doing that mindless humming thing, not even aware I am doing it, at least until I catch people looking at me with the ‘who’s the loon?’ expression.

I was humming again going into BOB’s Lobster, but this time I was humming the B-52’s classic ‘Rock Lobster’. It was impossible not to. Continue reading

Fancy Crab Restaurant Review

92 Wigmore St, London W1U 3RD fancycrab.co.uk

It looks like a Doctor Who style monster in the wild, but once caught and cooked the Red King Crab is one of the finest eating crustaceans there is. Trouble is, it’s not cheap.

Once in Paris I was taken, fatally hungover and feeling like death, to a very expensive and traditional seafood restaurant.

I managed the Lobster Bisque okay, albeit with some heavy pauses, then things took a turn for the worst

The waiters began laying out enough tools around my plate to service a Formula One car, and then came the crab. A whole one, which I was expected to dismantle myself using the tools provided.

Ten seconds after cracking the shell, overcome by nausea I had torn my bib off and was out in the street disgracing myself into a hole dug by the electric company.

The point of this story is to point out, for those people that seem to have been a bit confused, that a King Crab is not the same as a crab and King Crab is the focus of what they serve here.

With a King Crab, you don’t fossick around in the body with surgical tools, carefully avoiding the ‘dead man’s’ fingers, looking for the brown meat. You don’t go near a King Crab’s body at all.

You’re just after the legs, which are enormous, and claws, which aren’t exactly small either. The meat is white and rich and close to lobster in both looks, taste and texture

So, basically don’t expect a Cromer crab shack experience at Fancy Crab, one where you emerge all smelly with crab juice. This is a far more refined experience, as befits the rather opulent and attractive interior.

And it is all about the Red King Crab which comes frozen from the frozen north, but don’t panic. It’s cooked in sea water and then frozen on the boats, so it’s as fresh as can be.

We approached the mains sideways via some shared appetisers. First guacamole served in a large stone mortar with a bowl of tortilla chips and a bottle of Tabasco on the side.

The guaca was made well; a mixture of smooth and chunky just as it should be. It may possibly have been actually made in the mortar, and not with a blender. I do hope so, I’m a romantic.

Popcorn Calamari with homemade tartar sauce had good squid squares, I always find rings a bit naff, as if they had come from a factory, and they are usually rubbery.

These squares were butter soft with a crispy coat, but the tartare sauce was not as gherkiny, capery or indeed as vinegary as it needed to be for contrast and cut through.  Still, not bad by any means.

And so we scuttled onward to mains pausing only to drink very good Broken Dream Stout,  from the Siren Craft Brewery. Absolutely delicious beer and perfect with seafood.

There are various ways to eat Red King Crab here, the purist way is King Crab Legs & Claws on ice or baked over charcoal. It’s priced by weight. It is very expensive.

Millennials though can enjoy king crab in a bun, because they do like things in buns. King Crab Burger made from king crab meat with Belkovich (??) sauce comes in a buttery brioche bun with a crab leg stuck where the cocktail stick should be, making it look very jaunty and, of course, prepped for Instagram.

Or there’s King Crab Leg Gratin – crab meat with béchamel sauce and cheese crust, or Red King Crab Pappardelle using squid ink pasta with a lobster bisque sauce.

We decided to share some pure leg and claw prepped over charcoal, as well as a dish of Singapore Chili Crab with rice.

The pure meat dish was not a lot of crab for the cash, but then again King Crab isn’t exactly scampi so you can’t expect to get a lot.

It was as good as I remember it from eating it in Norway ten years when I had fierce monsters dragged fresh from the Bering Sea.

As I say, it has the texture and some of the appearance of lobster, although it doesn’t get caught in your teeth as much, and is sublimely sweet. The smokiness of the charcoal was a big plus here

A tangle of pickled cabbage served with it was all that was needed; no fries please, this isn’t street food, and we politely offered each other equal shares of leg and claw.

The Singapore Chili Crab was loaded with fresh red chillies, but they turned out to be less Rottweiler and more Poodle in their aggression.

Normally this would have disappointed me, but in fact it was just as well as the crab meat was delicately flavoured and didn’t need to be savaged by chili. Overall it was actually a little too sweet for my taste, and while it didn’t need chili, a bit of salt might have been welcome.

Garlic and lime flavours came through smoothly and spring onions added a bit of fresh crunch. Talking of which, we didn’t come across any crab shell, something that all too often irritates me in crab dishes.

The rice was rather like Japanese sushi rice, round and not long, I would have preferred Thai Jasmine or simple Basmati.

Desserts are fairly standard, but come out looking very pretty. Mine was too sugary but apart from that it was okay. Nothing to crab about.

There aren’t that many places that do King Crab in London and that’s a shame because it is a very special crustacean which for me, and many others, knocks the claws off of lobster.

Here they have got servicing it down to a fine art, and you don’t have to be rich. Set menus and brunches give everyone the chance to get their pincers on some royalty at a decent price.

This review appears on www.foodepedia.co.uk

Restaurant Interlude, Leonardslee Gardens, Horsham

Nick leaves the protective embrace of the M25 to find fine and fun dining alive and well far from the madding crowd.

Reading the London-centric restaurant reviews in the big papers you’d think there was nothing much going on outside Zone Five.

Apart from, of course, on those occasions when the writers have been on holiday, at their second homes or visiting relations, and so have reviewed any half decent local place so as to get their travel costs back on expenses.

You might also think fine dining/tasting menus had all but disappeared in favour of things bunged in a fire or pickled in a jar.

Londoners, well at least the younger ones at least, can be a bit snotty about tasting menus. I think it’s a subliminal fear of cutlery and napkins, as well the potential horror of eating just as a couple with no sharing plates or long tables to distract you, only the ‘phone. Continue reading