There is a twitter and food blogging zeitgeist in London. It tells you that @HawksmoorLondon is good for steak, @Beas_Bloomsbury does tea and @Moolis does, erm, moolis? And, well, its spot on for that.
The zeitgiest also keeps you informed about up and coming things such as an exclusive pop up restaurant or a new supper club. There is one problem with this - and it might just be my problem – that it comes with a peculiar form of blogging guilt. I remember when I first went to Hawksmoor with an intent to blog I was nervous about whether I was going to have a good meal. I didn’t want to go, have a bad one, and then face the possibility that I was going to offend someone (i.e. the person from Hawksmoor who tweets under the name of @HawksmoorLondon). Luckily it was just as nearly every other meal I have had there; good and expensive (review here).
Now that fear has remained but has thankfully not been manifested; well until I went to Hart and Fuggle. I first heard about this on Twitter and excitedly booked. It was less of a supper club/ underground restaurant and more in the style of the Reindeer Restaurant (from the Bistroteque guys) and their excellent pop up in the Truman Brewery many years ago.
So what are my lasting impressions of the meal? Having discussed this with Gideon, my date for the evening, we both agree it was in a very nice room and very prettily decorated. A stylist’s dream. It was held in the Ragged Factory which is a cool space just off Brick Lane that I have been to before to see some art exhibitions and degree shows.
Erm. What else? Well the people we sat next to were fun. Gideon could have left with either a new boyfriend or a new girlfriend.
Still, this was meant to be about the food and we paid £30 for it. Well it was a prepared starter/ pudding and roasted main kind of thing.
Now there are all kinds of reasons why I feel guilty about being blunt about the place or even bothering to review it. One, that the zeitgeist says I should be nice about it. Two, that it was only a temporary kitchen for a limited time and they hadn’t found their feet. Three, that half the profits were given to charity. Now I recognise this and wince as I write this but I just didn’t see the point in Hart and Fuggle. For the food I would go elsewhere, for the room I can visit as a gallery and for the charity I can donate directly.
Price – £30