Tom’s Kitchen, Canary Wharf
The concrete seems unblemished, like someone took a look at the bodies and decided they would be better at the bottom of the river - Tom’s Kitchen is all blond wood and no hot blood.
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The concrete seems unblemished, like someone took a look at the bodies and decided they would be better at the bottom of the river - Tom’s Kitchen is all blond wood and no hot blood.
A plump parcel of cod, pearly white and opalescent, sets the scene for a dangerously edible main. Flowing down its back is an excess of gritty, black quinoa, and a fruity reduction.
Opso, named after the ancient Greek word for “delicacy”, is a Greek restaurant with a contemporary edge. Try a bowl of barrel aged feta cheese, which is of an entirely new texture to me, being elastic and pull-able rather than crumbly. Spooning this on top of toasty bread, doused in both olive oil and tzatziki, brings a pleasure so disproportionate that my dining companion edges an inch away from me. Sod it, it’s that good.
Although a dinner with moderate amounts of mid-ranged wines and service can easily surpass £200 a head, a more affordable way to sample Sketch is to try out the Bookatable Star Deal.
Try a bowl of the hearty bouillabaisse, or French fish soup, which is rich with both cream and tomato and full of mussels, fresh white fish and fragrant, leafy herbs.
My favourite is the no-nonsense dark chocolate covered espresso beans, although I wouldn’t kick the chocolate covered strawberries out of bed either.