We should all be so lucky to have Lulu’s on our doorstep. When the sun is shining on this little strip of Herne Hill pavement and you’re sipping a pisco pickle under the dappled shade of a nearby tree, you could be forgiven for thinking you were on a summer Mediterranean city break. There’s something very continental about easy-going Lulu’s that is utterly charming, but where so many are all stripey top and no substance, Lulu’s really delivers on the food and drink front.
Inside you’ll find a scattering of high tables and stools, as well as plenty of window seats for the keen people-watchers among you. An Arkwright’s shop of desirable jars, tins and packets surrounds you, and staff breeze back and forth shuttling marmalade martinis and natural wines to tables. This is a restaurant where you order first, and worry about how you’ll fit everything on the table later.
The menu is compact enough that two people can get through most of it, and among London’s modish wine bar set, we reckon that Lulu’s is up there with the best. We catch Lulu’s on the perfect summer evening, which calls for a pisco pickle, a gilda and a plate of meaty Cantabrian anchovies. You could sit here with nibbles and drinks all night, but there’s some wonderful creative cooking among the larger plates too - a plate of lobster with charred hispi and sauce Vadouvan leads us both to request spoons, and we loved a sweet onion tortilla, which put many a London tortilla to shame.
Throw in a considered wine list, an exceptional £5 black sesame semifreddo and overall good vibes, and it’s no wonder that Lulu’s packs the pavements on most evenings. Like many of London’s wine bars the bill can start to rack up if you’re here with a big appetite, but Lulu’s certainly won’t leave you feeling empty.