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  • Islington
  • Supper
  • ££££

French-style brasserie and bar from the same team as The Wolseley with live music every evening.


9 Islington Green, London, N1 2XH
+44 (0) 20 7226 2555
Opening Times
Mon-Sat 08.00-00.00
Sun 08.00-22.30


  • Time Out

    Time Out Says…

    Hipsters: prepare to be outraged. There’s a new kid in town, with dishes as retro as a Rubik’s Cube, but without the side of irony. That’s because it’s the latest gaff from Corbin & King, the chaps behind The Wolseley, The Delaunay, and Brasserie Zédel. Like those, it’s named in connection with classic cars (backstory: The Wolseley site was originally built as the showroom of the Wolseley Car Company). Bellanger is a nod to the Société des Automobiles Bellanger Frères, a French car manufacturer from 1912 to ’25 (fun fact: Monsieur Bellanger sold Delaunay cars).

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  • Evening Standard

    Evening Standard Says…

    Bellanger, on Islington Green, celebrates the food and ambience of the classic brasseurs of yesteryear Alsace. Obviously, you’re genned up on that, aren’t you? Don’t fret, none of us are. But ten minutes through the doors at Bellanger, having demolished a tarte flambée Alsacienne, a plate of baeckeoffe with a side of pommes aligot, then a cleansing scoop of sorbet Gewürz, you’ll be quite the expert. Tartes flambées, you’ll know by this point, are wafer-thin, wood fire-cooked Alsatian pizzas, slathered with crème fraîche and scattered with various non-diet items such as lardons, Munster cheese or Calvados-laced apples. You’ll also know the behind-the-scenes hoopla that transforms baeckeoffe from a plain old stew.

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  • The Independent

    The Independent Says…

    First off, it's in Islington, not the glitzy West End. Second, it has an entirely egalitarian layout, with no "best" table, from what I could tell anyway. When we visit on a recent Sunday early evening, the double-fronted brasserie is busy and bustling, but feels interestingly "normal". Yes, the fabled service is in place and the menu made up largely of glamorous dishes (with a punchily priced wine list to match), but it's like being in a reliable, neighbourhood place, not a stellar showstopper. That's not a negative, although the large jolie laide murals nailed to the walls have the very faintest whiff of Café Rouge about them.

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