Perched on the top floor of Kingly Court, Imad’s Syrian Kitchen inhabits the plot that once belonged to Asma Khan and Darjeeling Express, not just spatially but also spiritually. Imad’s has the same buzz and excitement as Darjeeling had before it - a vibe that carries through the food into a communal joviality. Tables are close together, and the noise is just a decibel or two above the optimal level. It’s a great atmosphere, but perhaps not ideal if you’re planning a serious catch up with a pal.
The menu is split into mezze and main courses, so we dive into the former with hummus and puffy pittas like mini footballs, which let out a sigh of steam when we tear into them. The signature falafels are serious business too - perhaps the best we’ve ever had in London, with a thick, sesame-laced crunch and perfectly-seasoned, soft innards.
The portions are decent, though, and before we can get through any of the mezze plates, chicken thighs and lamb koftas have emerged from the kitchen, the former reclining on a bed of bulgur wheat, and the latter in a bath of tomato sauce. We expect we won’t be the last people who find themselves desperately stacking plates and reorganising drinks to find space for new plates - that’s either part of the fun or slightly aggravating, depending on your outlook. The mains are very enjoyable too, though they’re perhaps missing a little spark of something to make them truly memorable.
The final highlight comes at the very end, with Syrian pistachio ice cream - a very specific thing, made with mastic to give it a chewy texture and served with a candy floss halva that provides sweetness. It’s clever, and delicious, perhaps our favourite thing of the whole meal.
Imad’s recent Bib Gourmand is likely to keep punters coming through the doors for some months yet - based on our visit, we reckon plenty will become regular customers.