Ann and Andi (my sister and niece) were on the Grand Tour. Not really, just around England. This was their final week in London so we braved the trains - what a schlep! Engineering works between Three Bridges and Gatwick meant long queues and bus trips inbetween, but we persevered. Judy joined us, so it was a family do. I've been hankering to get to an Ottolenghi restaurant and jumped at this opportunity. Nopi (the name comes from 'North of Picadilly') in Soho, in the basement communal dining room so you can keep an eye on the kitchen.
Friendly staff, great service, pleasant companions - what an experience!
Oh, the food. Lots of small plates, shared. Startling depths of flavour, it made dinner for the rest of the week entirely one dimensional.
But dessert, no one shared their dessert - and who can blame them when just one of this dishes looked like this. I didn't even get any pics of the others, too distracted.
Look at this bathroom! People must have been lost for hours, so the need for a sign becomes obvious.
Such a good way to spend a Sunday - come back soon.
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