Friday, 9 November 2012

Review - Konaki

I've frequently wondered where in London represents the tourist trap area that most places I've visited have. I mean the Wenceslas Squares of Prague or the 'strip' accompanying most Sun, Sex and Suspicious Parents locations. I suppose Covent Garden can't be very fun for a tourist but when do I ever try to eat there? That's the point though, locals would know better. Since my dad has been doctor conferencing and staying very near Russell Square, I've gained some more insight into places aimed at unsuspecting tourists. All along Southampton Row are shabby looking cafes, some even with those 'we speak all the languages' signs written in different languages. But on account of his poor arthritic foot we risked going to many of just these places. Like the selfish young woman I am, I persuaded him to avoid the hotel restaurant and walk ten minutes. I was planning on going to an acceptable looking Japanese place near the British Museum but my dad spotted this Greek place and this reminded him of this time when I was four and we ate at a Turkish place near Goodge Street and Greek and Turkish food are vaguely similar. I was firstly worried it would be crap and secondly worried it would be superexpensive. I was wrong on both counts. We ordered revitosalara (hummus), bread, olives, rabbit stifado, keftedes (spicy lamb meatballs), green salad, galaktaburico (custard pie) and ice cream. I love paying parents! (Although this came into less than £40 for two so actually I wouldn't mind paying for this myself.)
I eat at a fair few averagely food restaurants, something I put down to the fact that I pretty much refuse to go somewhere which someone somewhere doesn't think is good, so I need to find a way of distinguishing reviews of the genuinely spectacular places. The bread was soft, warm and tasted home baked. The olives punchy with vinegar, offsetting the creamy chickpea dip. The carrots provided a sweet palate cleanser, as did the pickled chillies. The mains were where things really got good. The stifado put mine to absolute shame. The hearty pieces of rabbit were coated in a glossy, onion rich sauce. I don't know how to convey how good it was. I'm a crap food writer. Who cares? I love eating and I loved eating this especially. The keftedes I was less fond of, found them slightly too acidic, but my dad preferred them and they were still pretty great. Orzo rice and salad accompanied everything. The rice was almost creamy in texture, the salad dressed so well that you could almost taste the virgins in the oil. The green salad wasn't the usual ill thought out leaves on a plate crap, there was onion and parsley and dill and peppers and it was singing with dressing. My only regret is that I didn't finish the rich custard filling of the tart with the lovely sticky filo skin on the top.

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