Noted
TĀTĀ Eatery



A flurry of scintillating dishes at TaTa Eatery in Haggerston from 'rice master' Zijun Meng and Ana Gonçalves. Ox cheek and bone marrow wrapped in diaphanous rice paper; pickled asparagus tempura with crab and lovage mayonnaise; raw smoked Galician beef with egg yolk, and exemplary rice; turbot head in a haunting toasted rice dashi stock; curried alfalfa sprouts, shiitake and vermicelli – quietly, assuredly brilliant.

 


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This Week

Sager and Wilde

​Harbour Street Tapas

 


A couple of great plates of pasta from chef Chris Leach (ex-Kitty Fisher's) on the revamped menu. Pristine agnolotti with preserved truffle and nasturtium will hopefully stay on the menu a little longer (for a reprise), and excellent pappardelle (pasta is all made in-house) with ox cheek ragú sealed the deal. A flurry of Aviation cocktails (gin, Maraschino, lemon, crème de violette) from a slick list by Marcis Dzelzainis, ensured the evening thrummed along at a decent pace.

 

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Whitstable favourite at the moment is the bijou tapas bar on the main drag, Harbour Street Tapas, a cute corner site that is knocking out some slick plates. Highlights this time of pig's head croquettes (panko crumbed to devilish crispness, fat lamb chops with heft and honk and a wickedly rendered ribbon of alluring fat, and crisp chicken thighs with romesco.

 

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Wine

Alluring Chablis


Chablis ‘Vaillons’ 1er Cru 2013,

Jean-Paul & Benoît Droin





When I’m scanning a restaurant wine list and see Jean-Paul & Benoît winking at me, I find it hard not to order immediately: one of my favourite domaines in Chablis. With a history stretching back to 1620, the Droins are one of the most established names in the region with thirteen hectares of vines covering seven Premier Cru vineyards and five Grand Crus.


‘Vaillons’ is one of the larger Premier Crus, the wines tending to be a bit more floral and delicate, although this has all the characteristic saline minerality that makes Chablis so alluring – a region where Chardonnay expresses itself as a sleek, finely chiselled number.


Enjoyed as part of a long lunch at The Ten Cases in Covent Garden, alongside fried squid and their brilliant soft shelled crab with avocado and jalapeño. The rack of lamb to share with a devastating BRICK of dauphinoise alongside was the real star.


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Sparks Flying In Stockport



“Where the f***k is everyone?”, I feel like shouting out in the middle of the market place after walking around Stockport’s virtually deserted ‘Old Town’. The procession of grand old buildings either boarded up or with plaintive looking ‘To Let’ and ‘For Sale’ signs begins to look less like a temporary blip with each one I spot, and more like a signifier of recent history: it feels like everyone left years ago.


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Plaquemine Lock




Already racked up several visits to Jacob Kenedy's new pub on Regents Canal, which delights in serving up Cajun and Creole dishes from Louisiana. Oysters Rockefeller; gumbo; boiled crawfish; fried shrimp; smoked pork boudin; crab cakes; shrimp 'n' grits. Standing at the bar has been the preferred mode of attack, with a pint of Juicebox Citrus IPA (a pokey, eye widening 5.9% ABV).
 

The wine list is a gem too, with sole supplier Theatre of Wine  pulling the vinous strings: Valencian white and red from Academia Nocturnos may be the best house wines in town (£19). Shrimp 'n' grits are a cosseting number; creamy, buttery, soothing. Sucking stuffed crawfish heads plucked from their slick of bisque is a particular pleasure, alongside some spicy pickled okra and pickled quail's eggs.


A Sazerac cocktail and a 'Peacemaker' Po' Boy (fried oyster and bacon) is a merry combination. 'Put Some South in Yo' Mouth' is the flourish on their website – yeah, go on then.


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Deptford

Rising




“…so I back again to Deptford, and there find them just sat down. And so I down with them; and we had a good dinner of plain meat, and good company at our table: among others, my good Mr. Evelyn…”The Diary of Samuel Pepys (Monday 3rd June, 1667)



Deptford has held a fascination for me ever since reading A Dead Man in Deptford by Anthony Burgess, a fictionalised narrative account of the murder of playwright Christopher Marlowe – a contemporary of Shakespeare – during a brawl in a house on Deptford Strand in 1593. 

 

I read that book around twenty years ago, yet visited Deptford for the first time last year, driven by the news that the area was in the nascent stages of a renaissance, spearheaded by the revamp and renovation of the Grade II listed carriage ramp (the oldest of its kind in London), its arches, and the public space beside it. Food and drink was the main lure, to sniff out anything interesting going on as part of the renaissance – then to retrace the steps of Marlowe…
 

A plaque on a wall in the grounds of St Nicholas church, a short walk from the high street states that ‘near this spot lie the mortal remains of Christopher Marlowe’, along with a line from his play Dr Faustus. The intrigue and mystery regarding the brawl and what happened to Marlowe is another story, with one theory remaining that he fled the country and continued to write plays, some of which may have been ones attributed to Shakespeare – high drama indeed.
 

Then I begin to uncover more layers of history that are steeped in the core of Deptford and am a little dumbstruck. It begins with finding out that the first Royal Naval Dockyard was established here by Henry VIII. I start to revel in asking friends, any Londoner, a question: ‘When did you last go to Deptford?’, knowing there’s a 98% chance the answer will be ‘never’. 

 

Pepys was often kicking around Deptford in the 17th Century, mainly due to his position working for the the Royal Navy as Clerk of the Acts to the Navy Board – dining and drinking crops up often in his entries. 

 

This former fishing village and base for the English Navy is dripping with more history than most London suburbs, buried over the centuries. It was mentioned in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, part of the pilgrim’s route to Canterbury; Pepys’ friend and fellow diarist John Evelyn developed the sprawling Sayes Court and gardens, adjacent to the first Royal Navy dockyard founded by Henry VIII in 1513; Sir Francis Drake was knighted in Deptford aboard The Golden Hind by Elizabeth I on returning from his circumnavigation of the world in 1581, the ship left on display in Deptford for over a hundred years; Sir Walter Raleigh had a ship built here which later fought the Spanish Armada.
 

That dockyard is now the empty 42 acres of Convoys Wharf, currently in an uneasy limbo regarding its future – the fear for years has been that it will become another apartment edifice on The Thames:


"When Convoys Wharf has been redeveloped, the history of the King's Yard and its Tudor remains will lie in a shallow grave underneath shiny apartment blocks and cappuccino bars. Professionals will move into the residential towers, which will probably be named after Drake's Golden Hinde. And when their dinner party guests ask them where the docks used to be, they will reply: 'I don't know' Kieran Long: Battle for Convoys Wharf, Evening Standard, Oct 2011


A charity has been set up since 2011 with the highly laudable aim of building a full-size replica of The Lenox, a warship that was built in the dockyard for Charles II – The Lenox Project represents one of the best possible future uses for the site which would secure the legacy and history of a site with such historical maritime significance.
 

The adjacent Royal Victoria Victualling Yard which stored provisions now forms the Pepys Estate, a social housing project opened in 1966 which itself became mired from the 80s with a reputation for crime and unrest, which itself now has bounced back from darker days.
 

Another reason to have affection for Deptford? The bounciest Grime star to date, Elf Kid, is from Deptford, and rat-a-tats lyrics that reference the area:

 


Hello, my name's Elf
All the same people, you already know me
Yes, I'm a local pest
                                  Deptford Market's local rep Golden Boy (2015)



It’s the most dizzyingly addictive song I’ve heard in ages, and the video bristles with images of Deptford High Street, Pepys Estate, and nearby Lewisham.
 

Food and drink? Oh yeah, almost forgot about that. It’s happening, and more is to come. Deptford Market Yard quickly added good operators, including Little Nan’s Bar, Mama’s Jerk, and Archie’s Bar. Independent brewer Villages moved in. The Brookmill pub a short hop away towards St Johns is another indicator of what’s happening.
 

Now I have another reason to return: helping out with a few bits at Winemakers Deptford in the high street, a quite brilliant wine bar (biased, yes, but it is a ‘stonker’, as Elf Kid might say), with a great kitchen – crab croquetas; Lincolnshire Poacher soufflé; homemade charcuterie, their own bread and butter…and the owners of Artusi in Peckham are close to opening an Italian restaurant a few doors away. It’s all kicking off.
 

A swift 10 minutes walk from Greenwich’s Cutty Sark; 7 minutes from Cannon Street; a DLR stop at Deptford Bridge – the connections are easy, rapid, surprisingly easy. 
 

When did you last go to Deptford? From Samuel Pepys to Elf Kid, it’s a journey worth taking.

 


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CODE Quarterly, Issue 11, Summer 2017, Gin, Tonic

Tonic Rage

"See how its strength bursts to the top of the glass...the difference is almost frightening." – These are the mellifluous tones of suave British actor William Franklyn, on a voiceover for a 1970s Schweppes commercial, as a wrecking ball keeps smashing into the house he's walking through. You can hear the tonic in his glass fizzing amongst the crashing.


'I forgot it was still open'

'I forgot to go back'

'I haven't had a chance'

'Been doing the new places'

'I thought it wasn't all that'

'I thought it was shit'


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The 'oldest' of the New World countries to begin making wine, South Africa's grape adventure began long before the world started taking note.


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Haunts

No words, just names and links. A few places we're bouncing in
and out of... New openings, old school faves, our current hit-list

Zeren Wilson

— It started with venison medallions and a Barossa Valley Shiraz: the dish that sent me down the path of food and wine while living in Sydney. A career change from advertising began by joining Oddbins in 2003, then to independent merchant The Winery (specialising in German Riesling, Burgundy, Piemonte, California), moving to selling wine to London restaurants, and a stint as sommelier at Zucca in Bermondsey — the writing kicked in after all of this. I’ve written for various publications including The Evening Standard, The Guardian, Christie’s Magazine, The London Magazine, Noble Rot, Completely London, Caterer, and Ocado magazine. I consult on wine lists for restaurants, recent projects including Smoking Goat, Kiln, Coombeshead Farm, Bibo, Arabica Bar and Kitchen, Frontline Club, Cây Tre and Martello Hall.