I sent my partner to London yesterday with a short list of restaurants to shoehorn in around meetings. He went to 10 Greek Street last night, and was largely disappointed. Here's his report:
1) Beet root, blood orange, goat's curd & tarragon;
2) Crumbled lamb, yoghurt & cumin;
3) Seared scallops, bacon, beans & wild garlic.
...The salad is good but it should be better. Sour it has. But it really needs a shot of sweet, I think. Or maybe it just needs more beets.
...You know, there's quite a difference between crumbled lamb and crumbed lamb. The one makes me think of a loose kefta, the other is actually a breaded, deep-fried square of lamb. In my world, a loose kefta would be a marvelous thing. In this world, a breaded, deep-fried bit of lamb is not something I ever needed to have--but it's what I got.
...The scallops themselves were ok. But there was a bit too much going on. There was rocket that added nothing but volume (and, I suppose bitter to balance the sweet), and the garlic was actually a purée that wasn't much more than a green swoop underneath the rocket, the scallops, the beans, and the bacon. The beans added nothing, but the bacon was quite good.
...Even the coffee is bad. If it weren't for the 2011 Egon Mueller Riesling, this would be a total writeoff.
Now I feel bad. And I hope he gets to either Clove Club or St John Bread & Wine for lunch today.