The flavour explosion was immense
I had previously eaten several lunches at the Ottolenghi in Islington and where the service would get ruder and more surly on each visit. So it was not with a great deal of enthusiasm that I looked forward to a friends choice for an evening in the Spitalfields outpost of Ottolenghi.
I am always slightly confused by them - is it a posh lunch time salad bar, or a restaurant? And Spittalfields still confused me. More so as we sat on a table near the bar, between the darkened dining room, and the salad bar. But there is a key difference to soul destroying experience of Islington here, and that was the service. Everybody was charming, friendly and knowledgable. It really made for a different experience.
As a table of four greedy so and so's, we wanted to try most things. So in this international tapas style restaurant we tried our hardest. With a sweet and lush quince salad, a stunning aniseed courgette and broccoli dish, crispy pork belly, seared tuna, lamb with a jalepeno salsa and many more dishes (all £9/11 each) the flavour explosion was immense.
Our wonderful waitress was amazing. Friendly, forever helpful, and kept the little plates of delights coming. She suggested various wines, from which we had a Dabouki from Palestine (£35) and a prosecco (£32) which we great.
I still think it is quite expensive. I still can't quite work out whether it is an evening restaurant or just for lunches. But the food and service were great. I really hope the Islington branch has been shamed into being the venue that Spitalfields has become.