I never really do lunch posts. Dinner yes, brunch yes, but lunch? Lunch isn’t really my expertise. Dinner is the working girls meal out, and I love a good lazy weekend brunch spot, so lunch is the sadly forgotten meal.
However I’ve got a must go-to lunch place for you. Casual, relaxed but with delicious food. It’s enough to tempt anyone away from brunch.
The Kensington Quarter opened a couple of weeks ago to little hype which meant a table was easy pickings for me and Nessa.
Inside, it impresses straight away. Modern, sleek with nice little touches here and there. I’ve got a thing for lights at the moment, so extra brownie points.
Oh but talking of brownies… they have they most drool worthy deli too. We had to hurry past it, otherwise it might have been a case of pudding before mains.
I had some potentially exciting news I needed to discuss with Nessa. Once everything falls into place and the details are worked out, I can't wait to share with you guys. If everything goes to plan, it's going to be such a change in my life. I feel like I'm walking around with this little buzzing secret in my chest and I'm dying to let it out.
Fingers crossed I can tell you in a week or two!
Seeing as this wasn't dinner I decided to be good and opt out of alcohol and in with the juice. All their juices are freshly squeezed which was proven when the waitress got my apple, carrot & ginger mixed up with Nessa's orange, pineapple & apple, and created some Carrot, Pineapple and Ginger concoction.
OK, when I say good, I say that loosely... as loosely as I made the top button on my jeans.
God just look at that ooze.
Baked camembert with cranberry jam and garlic croutons. Is there anything better?
For mains, Nessa branched out and had roast sea bass drizzled in lemon oil with potato galette & pea velouté, aka a fancy way of saying a platter of peas.
I was so tempted by the steak, it gets my everytime, but then I saw the words "Blackberry Sauce". Blackerry's for mains? I had to know.
So I present to you, haunch of venison with a celeriac pureé, King Edward potatoes & that blackberry sauce.
Oh it was good, it was very good. There's something about a rich, game-y meat with a sweet, sharp berry that is just golden.
We took a little tea break, umming over whether we could fit in pudding. But our love for chocolate over ruled any kind of reasoning.
And boy am I glad we did...
Just stop for a second and look at that. I have no words but wow.
A chocolate delice with blueberrys, pistachios and crème patissière.
If that isn't the definition of food porn I don't know what is. I don't think I really need to explain to you that it was pure indulgent heaven.
But if you still don't get how good it was, I'll leave you with the money shot...
34-44 Barkston Gardens