Thursday, 23 April 2015

Review - Morito, City Social

What does it mean to be a bar snack? It can mean crisps or tapas or even unlimited portions of northern Italian pasta. For me, it means not throwing up or getting a cab on a Thursday. Hooray! Also it really poses the question of what a restaurant is and why it's different. It's not the number or expectation of courses. It's often not even the formality of the setting. It's definitely not the relative merit of the drink over the food. Anyway, I've tired of writing this and Mile End tube approaches - it doesn't matter what it is but I'm glad the concept exists. Now let's talk about what I ate at Morito and City Social.
Morito is my current favourite restaurant (bar?) in London. We went on a whim to celebrate the Explorer's biggest work win to date. First point - it doesn't let you book but doesn't expect you to queue aimlessly, instead very reasonable tells you when you have an opportunity to sit at a table to call your own and eat. Mmm. The tortilla with sprouting broccoli and wild garlic is one of the best things I've ever eaten. It's so impressive that the broccoli retains bite while the potatoes are gooey and the whole omelette a beautiful balance between wet and firm. Oh baby. The lamb on aubergine was so sweet and tender and shredded! The cauliflower griddled amongst the chicken was pretty and toasty and went well with the harissa tang of the chicken. The salt cod croquettes lived up to their name (in that they were salty, fishy croquettes) and the little chorizo on toast that we got to shut the Explorer up was just slightly moistened by tomato. I'm basically saying it was all great. Better (even if in a very different way) to City Social the next night. 
City Social was more about good service and the wonderful view. Everything had a little bit of theatre to it and we didn't have to ask for water or refill our own wine even once. The goat's cheese churros were inspired and the honey with them made them feel like a dessert. The ploughman's was a meal for two in itself - romesco cauliflower pickle to go with the soft, delicious cheddar. A cute little black pudding scotch egg, creamy inside and crisp outside. It went well with the sweet, tart apple and raisin chutney. My favourite was probably the salt beef - it came dressed and potted. Then came the main! The shrimp roll I ordered for main was somewhat outdone by the ploughman affair as I can barely remember what it tasted like and can't remember it anyway. The chicken fared better - just a lovely, rich bit of roasted chicken with some cute accoutrements.  

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