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Bottega Prelibato

I like Italy and I really like Italian food. Most of my meals at home consist of pizza, pasta, or some combination thereof. If I’m extra hungry (always the case) I might throw in an entire loaf of garlic bread. I’m not sure if this qualifies me as a connoisseur of Italian food, but I still feel confident in recommending Bottega Prolebato on Rivington Street. This relatively small restaurant in Shoreditch has all the charm of a seaside Italian village and the food to match (well, all of the seaside Italian villages I’ve been to have had amazing food). I have been here twice now and both times have been a delight.

The atmosphere is welcoming and comfortable. Most recently, I came here with one guy and a few girls and each of them immediate jumped an octave and squeaked “ohmygod its sooo CUTE!” (the guy included, it’s THAT cute). Random kitch adorns the walls along with all of my favourite Italian meats and cheeses. Downstairs there is a small lounge area with books on cooking, a couple couches and tables and a set of turntables (I didn’t see any records, but this would be a GREAT place to waste an afternoon over a bottle (or two) of wine and a stack of records). I walked in and, even though I’d only been once before, everything felt so familiar. I picked a table, laid my jacket on the back of a chair, placed the bottle of wine we’d brought on the table, and went back outside to wait for the rest of my party. The staff are exceedingly friendly and as soon as everyone had arrived, they rearranged the tables to seat our group of 5.

The menu is simple, but what they do, they do well. Both times I’ve been I started with the meat and cheese platter. This is a meal on it’s own and when we requested turning the platter into something slightly more vegetarian friendly, they simply brought out a larger portion with more cheese and vegetables. 5 people ate well and we had only chalked up £20 to the bill. Every time we started to run low on bread, another loaf appeared out of nowhere. Twice now I’ve been and both times I’ve had the gnocchi. This time was a simple mozzarella, tomato, and basil gnocchi which tasted very fresh and was a perfect compliment to the meat and cheese feast. Having had so much food to start with, three girls split two mains– something to keep in mind. If you’ve got an appetite though, don’t hesitate to get a whole pasta dish for yourself. Also, whilst they offer a few nice house wines, you are welcome to bring your own. None of us made it to dessert, but they all looked very nice.

For the 5 of us, the final bill came to £70. The service was casual, yet attentive; we never waited long for anything, and when I wanted the bill, I felt comfortable enough to walk up and ask them for it directly. On our way out, Gianfilippo came over for a quick chat and personally thanked each of us for coming.

We walked out perfectly satisfied and with, pardon the pun, big cheesy grins on our faces. We were just so taken with the place, the people, and the food that we found ourselves arm in arm, practically skipping down the road to Callooh Callay.

That’s the effect Bottega Prelibato has on you.

That, or the three bottles of wine we brought.

The Tip: TBC

The Tipster: Gianfilippo

Lastly, it is worth noting that I am not the first person to have reviewed this place. Apparently, it does quite well as a lunchtime delicatessen. Check out Cheese and Biscuits for a much more established and reputable blog than my own.

Inamo

The other week, I returned to an old favourite, Inamo Restaurant in Soho. I will say this right now, I have been here several times and never once had a bad experience. Everyone I have brought here has loved it too. Apparently the menu was created by the same person behind Nobu and Hakkasan, but he might have left. That might add a little glitter to their reputation, but its not really that important. What you need to know is the food is great, the cocktails are original, and its just a lot of fun.

From start to finish, there is a lot to enjoy here.

Normally, I would start with the cocktails menu, only this time there isn’t one.

There are no real menus, in fact, nor are there any real waiting staff. All the ordering is done using a touchpad built into the table and food and drinks are brought to you as soon as they’re ready. A projector mounted above the table projects your virtual menu onto the table and this is where the fun starts. It may sound really gimmicky, but there is something a bit exciting about scrolling through the menu options and seeing each dish beamed down onto your plate.  It sparks conversation too; you’re each talking about what you want to order, who gets to order which dish, in what order you want them to arrive, etc. Changing the decor of the table is as simple as a few clicks. As soon as you’ve made your selection, the whole menu rolls up into an inobtrusive little circle on the table. It’s great to have some fun with it, but don’t let yourself get carried away. Changing the decor with a few quick clicks? Keeps things fresh and fun. Watching the crew at work on the “Kitchen Cam”? Blurry and pretty pointless. And a game of battleship? You’re in real trouble if you have that little to talk about that you resort to this. The whole system can really ‘bring something to the table’, but don’t let it detract from the enjoyment of everything else, especially your company.

With the novelty wearing off, we started off with a couple cocktails. The drinks are delicious and they really think of some interesting creations. As with everything else, fusion is the name of the game here. Your standard mojito is now a sake mojito. Fresh fruits make their way into most, if not all of the martinis: passionfruit, lychee, lemongrass and melon, to name a few. Their signature drink, the Inamo, is a refreshing and spicy blend of mandarin puree, spring onion, vodka and chili syrup. Careful, I ordered a Thai Sapphire expecting a manly drink, only to get an extremely fruit and pink conconction. It was still pretty refreshing, but not my kind of drink.

Over to food. Normally I go straight for the Berkshire pork neck with apple confit and chocolate sauce (you people who can’t mix your sweet and savouries can shove it…this is my favourite thing on the menu) but this time I’d come with a vegetarian who still eats seafood. Side note: I really dislike the word floating around for this, pesca-aqua-whatever. At least this meant we could still get the black miso cod, my second favourite dish. So we went through the interactive menus and ordered the following:

  • Spinach and Mushroom Parcels: I really don’t like mushrooms in anything and I thought these were delicious. Wrapped up little gifts from the vegetarian gods.
  • Tuna Tartare (pictured): Really nicely presented dish of “chopped tuna, sesame, herbs, truffle and soy” with a raw quail’s egg on the side which we mixed in right away. I imagine it improved the consistency, but I didn’t try it without it.
  • Black Cod: Instant classic, and from what I’ve heard, very reminiscent of what you’d find at much more expensive restaurants like Nobu.
  • Sashimi Platter: Larger than I expected, 15 sizable pieces of fish and an AMAZING wasabi dressing.
  • Edame Beans and Crunchy Green Salad: I’ve lumped these together because they were both just side vegetable dishes. They are pretty standard fare, but the Green salad has a really nice sesame dressing and I think it goes well with everything else.

There’s not much else to say, really. I’ve worked my way through a bunch of the meat dishes, some of the seafood, and even a curry or two. On the meat side, the aforementioned Berkshire Pork Neck, the Hot Stone Ribeye, and the Wagyu Bavette could each get me to return. Everything just tastes very fresh and unique. It is so easy to get the whole fusion concept so terribly, terribly wrong, but this is a terrific and inspired menu that really shows that the genre can deliver.

Of course we had dessert and the European influence here is obvious. Apparently there’s a French pastry chef in the kitchen. We had the Vanilla Creme Brulee (see banner photo) and it did not dissappoint either. Extremely creamy and velvety. I would order it again on my next visit, but I am too curious to try the other dishes like the Thai Basil Pana Cotta.

I will close by saying that after one bite, there is no way you could mistake this place as just a restaurant with a good gimmick. As interesting and cool as the whole ordering/interactive dining experience is, it is the food that will keep you coming back. The prices aren’t cheap, but I always walk away feeling like I got good value for money. There isn’t much to say about the service, because they tell you up front that dishes will come about 15-20 minutes after you order them, and that pretty much holds true. That said, you can always flag down a waiter if you need anything else.

Tip: PINCHITOtapas, WC1 (I don’t need any convincing, I’m practically a regular at the EC1 branch)

Tipster: Anthony, Manager

Rodizio Rico

Let the games begin.

Meat is all around me. At Rodizio Rico, skewered towers of meat bombard you from all corners of the room. Our server comes up and asks if we’ve been before. Two out of three of us had been and we knew what to expect. The third made sure to bring his appetite, doing his stomach stretches with a burger at lunch. The waiter tossed three coasters onto the table, green on one side, red on the other. Green side up and the floodgates are open. Red side up when you need to catch your breath (or you’re on your last breath).

“Eat as much as you can,” he says.

Don’t worry, we knew what we were getting into long before we stepped foot in the door.

We’re wearing sweatpants, we’re here for excess.

You start by having a look at the buffet. I think I saw some salad and fruits, but that just takes up valuable meat space. The rest of the buffet is either fried, meat, or maybe fried meat. Rice with chicken. Fried vegetables with sausage.

Round 1

All in all maybe 10 different dishes, only one or two of which contain only vegetables. I load up 3/4 of a plate full, leaving a corner of the plate for the first wave of meat. I figure I can eat my way around the buffet starters and make more room for meat as the night goes on.

One by one, the carvers march over to our table. Lamb, rump steak, top side of beef, beef with cheese, beef shish, pork, sausages, chicken hearts (!). You get through them all and nothing has had a chance to settle. The food ranges from good to great, but more than anything, we’re driven by the mantra “Eat as much as you can”. Back to the buffet, but only to keep the palate fresh for more meat. A glass of wine helps too. That glass is on the coaster, pinning it to the table green side up.

Another plateful. More skewers. We’ve lapped ourselves and we’re back on lamb. We’re starting to have to make some tough choices; we can only accomodate our favourite meats now. I’m not full yet, but I can feel the food starting to weigh me down. Can’t stop, keep it coming.

Defeat.

Another plate down. The room’s going blurry and my head is spinning. I can’t make eye contact with any of the servers because Ithink they can sense my weakness. I surrender, I’m waving the white flag, I’m…turning the coaster from green to red. Take pity on me, I’ve just eaten my weight in meat.

We all say there’s always room for dessert. I’ve never known this to be more true than at Rodizio Rico. As full as I was, each meat skewer taunting me as it went by, I still thought dessert sounded pretty nice. A nice, light, and very sweet, mango custard was just what I needed.

Dinner, dessert, and a glass of wine come to just over 30 with service. Carnivores, eat your heart out.

The tip: Preto

The tipster: The man in the suit and tie…who, it turns out, doesn’t eat meat.

Casita

Casita isn’t so much a bar as it is a hangout. This is a place you’d feel completely comfortable stopping by for an afternoon beer, having a drink before dinner, or capping off the night with a few cocktails. Will “Posh Will” Foster does everything he can to…foster…a warm and friendly atmosphere. You spend 10 minutes with the guy and you already you’re telling him your life story…I suppose those are the best kinds of true bars. The ones where you can sit there with a good drink and talk about the good times and the bad…only this place doesn’t really cater to a negative vibe. If you want a place to drown your sorrows, look elsewhere.

Every recommendation I had heard about this place said to try the tequila verdita. A shot of tequila and a shot of some green magic, verdita, that’s a combination of mint, coriander, pineapple, and jalapeno. No matter how I describe it, I’m not going to do it justice, you just owe it to yourself to get over to Casita and have one.

After that I moved on to a Wray and Ting. Ting is a Jamaican grapefruit soda that I can only imagine would go well as a mixer with just about anything. J Wray is Jamaican rum, so I can see how someone got the idea to mix them together. Really refreshing and it kind of made me forget it was just a dreary Monday evening in the middle of the London winter.

Tuesday I came back for a few pictures and had to give their vodka martini a try. I was served Fair vodka, one I’d never heard of before. Apparently the worlds first Fair Trade vodka and quinoa-based vodka. Quinoa, another thing I’d never heard of. Anyways, my martini was just as crisp and smooth as I would have expected, having really enjoyed all the other drinks I’d had so far. As I’m sitting there, Will goes ahead and pours 8 shots of Jager and passes them to everyone around the bar. Friends of his, I presume, since they all knew his name…but then again, I felt completely comfortable calling him Will and I’d only just met him the night before. 15 minutes or 20 minutes goes by and I’m savouring the last few drops of martini before asking for the bill. “That’ll be…a fiver” Will says, as he pours me shot of Buffalo Trace bourbon. I insisted he take at least 10 for as kind as he’d been.

Now, I mentioned the place is small, but that only makes you more inclined to talk to the people around you. I’ve been here twice now and both times I struck up conversations with complete strangers. Yes, I know that’s something I would do. Yes, I know that’s “very American” of me. But I’m pretty sure this would hold true for anybody coming to visit. Will himself introduced me to new people while I was just sitting there by myself on my second visit. Apparently on the weekends it gets much busier, though.

The place is decorate with all kinds of crazy crap on the wall behind the bar.  Every bit of space is taken up, but it seems every item is in its place. It’s organised chaos. I don’t think you could fit any more bottles on the shelves, but that’s fine because Casita has every bottle they need. Starting to make sense? I’m willing to bet that the things on the wall are all collected over many years and each item has a story behind it. Moving on to the music, I can confidently say I’ve never been to a bar in my life that could get away with playing “Foxy Lady” by Jimi Hendrix followed immediately by “Push It” by Salt n’ Pepa…and Will has a thing for Barenaked Ladies which isn’t a bad thing, but certainly a far cry from any other bar in the area (ask him about his favourite song). Thing is, you’re probably doing so much talking, you’re not really paying attention to the music.

What more can I say that hasn’t already been said? I may live around the corner from Casita, but even if I was trekking across the city, I think Will and the atmosphere of Casita would make you feel like a local. The drinks are great, the prices make you wonder how this place turns a profit (my guess is lots and lots of repeat customers), and its made all the better by its friendly and fun atmosphere. When you’re surrounded by many other pretentious bars, Casita is about as refreshing as the Ting that they serve.

Get in early, they’re only open till 11.

The Tip: Portobello Star

The Tipster: Will Foster, Bartender and Owner

Pancake Thursday

When my friends suggested we get pancakes, I started thinking of any all-day (all-night) breakfast places around Shoreditch. Wasn’t I surprised to find out they actually planned on making our own! What an evening its been. 26 pancakes in all…for 4 of us. Toffee, chocolate, rasberry jam, strawberry jam, maple syrup, golden syrup…almost entirely sweets for dinner. Naturally, we needed some wine to balance it all out.