The place is beautifully set up: it feels light and airy and spacious, even though it's really a single big room with a bar on one side and a kitchen at the far end...The best dish was a composed salad of lentils with burrata (that's posh mozzarella) with mint, sourdough croutons and shredded beetroot. This was one of those plates that simply works, thanks to lentils of perfect texture and seasoning, the welcome sharpness of the beet and herb to set off the creamy cheese, and the bread for chewiness and crunch. It wasn't a complicated dish but it was executed just right.
OK: the pancakes aren't called pancakes. They're called hotcakes, but they're still basically pancakes. Fluffy, light, and yet substantial enough to have us gently burping afterwards, they encase a dollop of tangy ricotta to undercut the sugaryness of maple syrup and two rounds of honeycomb butter. Oh, honeycomb butter.
At dinner, both the beef burger (which came with tomato relish and pickled courgette, and had a proper meaty taste) and fried brown rice packed with crab, chorizo and kimchee (punchy in all the right ways) passed with flying colours; the next table enthused about tumeric-spiced chicken with ’slaw, and lime and coconut dressing.