Check out the varied and lively bars of Shoreditch – from live music at Big Chill Bar and the amazing view at Boundary Rooftop to the whimsical charm of Callooh Callay. This being Shoreditch, expect classic cocktails, craft beer and hipster stylings throughout. Do you agree with our choices? Use the comments box below or tweet your suggestions. And don't forget to visit our guides to Shoreditch pubs and clubs.
Neil Rankin has now joined the Princess of Shoreditch and the menu has since changed. The review below refers to the previous menu. - The Food and Drink Editors, July 2014 Up the spiral staircase from the bustling downstairs bar, the dining room at this 250-year-old corner premises is a good-looking, cosy space. A dozen linen-clothed tables – candlelit at night – are served by a small team of young, efficient staff. Choosing from a menu that included wild boar scotch egg, Chart Farm fallow deer and a host of seasonal goodies wasn’t easy, but the kitchen more than fulfilled its remit. Rich ham hock, foie gras and pork knuckle terrine benefited from tangy piccalilli, and sour goat’s cheese was a lovely foil for the sweetness of roasted red and yellow heritage beetroot. Mains of beer-battered fish and chips with mushy peas and tartare sauce, and Cornish brill with pea purée and black pudding were done to a T; the last ingredient slightly overpowered the purée, but it’s a minor quibble. Simple but effective afters might be chocolate fondant with vanilla ice-cream, or an artisan cheese sold by the slice – the Lancashire ‘strong bomb’ is sensational. There’s a choice of wine by the glass and carafe, as well a wide range of bottles (including five rosés), which goes for interesting tastes over establishment favourites and is aware of current trends: the wine of the month when we last visited was from the Lebanon. There are also local beers, such as Wandle Ale from Sambrook’s in BRead more
There's more to this Curtain Road bar and lounge than the carefully crafted cocktails, the DJs playing a bit of funky house and the odd visit from stars of...
There's more to this Curtain Road bar and lounge than the carefully crafted cocktails, the DJs playing a bit of funky house and the odd visit from stars of stage and screen - though they all play their part, of course. Much of the appeal comes from its eccentric decor, with antiques, artefacts and Victoriana alongside mismatched furniture, lego tables, grand pianos, cake stands, gold busts and Betty Boop on a motorbike. Most, though, head down for the mixology classes, the cocktails and the live music, or for a look around a gallery playing temporary home to some big artistic hitters on occasion - including Grace Jones. The selection of cocktails ranges from classics drops to signature concoctions - the latter usually boasting a pretty creative bent. Feel free to ask them to knock something bespoke up for you if you wish though, they're good enough to know what they're up to. Make sure you keep an eye out for special events, too.Read more
Venue says: Little Mum's High Teas have sold out until August 15. Let us know if it's your birthday and Little Nan will name a cocktail in your honour
This kitsch Curtain Road cocktail bar is popping up here until the end of September, before setting up shop south of the river, in New Cross. You can just pop in for a cocktail or two but bookings are also available for two-hour, fixed-price slots offering unlimited cocktails, pick 'n' mix and popcorn - within reason, we presume. And for the sophisticates of Shoreditch? There's high tea every Saturday afternoon.Read more
Venue says: New kitchen residency coming soon! Say 'Hi' to 'Yeah! Burger'.
Strongroom Bar & Kitchen has been a Shoreditch fixture for nearly 20 years, which makes it a real veteran of the ever-changing scene in that popular area. The venue is home to the Strongroom recording studios, a free late-night music venue, and a restaurant serving food from breakfast onwards. Breakfast is served until 11.30am and includes some sandwiches (such as smoked bacon with baby gem, vine tomatoes and chilli mayo on farmhouse bread) alongside egg dishes and cereal. Chargrilled burgers dominate the main menu, with a variety of toppings and accompaniments, and there are sharing plates and small dishes as well. The extensive beer lays heavy emphasis on microbreweries both home-grown and international. Check their website for details of live music and DJ nights.Read more
Designer Claudio Silvestrin’s showcase modernist restaurant is highly memorable, though not perhaps entirely as intended. At peak times, noise in the glass, porphyry and limestone interior can be overwhelming, and staff have to dance round the large white leather and chrome chairs to catch anything softer than a bellow. The food, however, is often sublime, carefully sourced and skilfully prepared. Beef tagliata was a beautiful construct atop a marrow bone pillar, and its magliocco sauce a pure essence of beefiness. Tagliatelle with wild mushrooms and truffle appeared artless by contrast, but once again the flavours were resonant, yet subtle. Chard and soft cheese tortelli with toasted hazelnuts was a perfect marriage of flavour and textural contrasts. These creations come at City expense-account prices, so any disappointment is irksome – a crab and asparagus starter, while delightfully fresh, was scant and not shell-free. Then again, the set menu with its verdant soup and palate-teasing liquorice zabaglione seemed a bargain. Wines run the gamut from cheery glassful to splash-out showcase, and staff serve even the most modest orders with grace and flair. A special request produced the proud claim: ‘We are Italian, we can do anything.’ Except, perhaps, soften the acoustics.Read more
The menu is housed in an empty cassette case, the toilet is hidden behind a secret door in the wall and the cocktails have such cringe-o names as 'Ume? Yes You' and 'Fennel Countdown'. Sure, Callooh Callay sounds gimmicky, but the tipples at this long-established Shoreditch bar are the real deal. The staff are friendly and knowledgeable (no moody, 'I'm actually in a band’ hipsters serve here) and mix delectable elixirs like vodka and rhubarb with vanilla shrub and whisky with apricot jam and chocolate bitters (just ignore the names). The exposed brick walls, Milk Tray-coloured soft furnishings and abundance of tealights make Callooh Callay a very cosy spot to sit. Neither trashy nor pretentious, the vibe here is fun but still stylish, and, unlike in neighbouring bars, you won't be surrounded by swarms of obnoxious suits or stag-dos.Read more
Venue says: Own-blend coffee and an interesting, seasonal, all day menu. Lantana has been called 'a little bit of Australia in London'.
The eastern outpost of Fitzrovia’s Lantana is roomier and serves an evening menu as well as the lunch and breakfast dishes Lantana is known for. The stack of corn fritters with crispy bacon, spinach and roast tomato, with avocado-chilli-lime salsa and crème fraiche, is a must-try in both locations. More sizeable mains such as a moreish Asian sticky chicken salad with nuoc cham dressing generally hit the spot too. Good, own-made cakes are baked daily, and often reflect the café’s Antipodean heritage – you might see friands arrayed on the counter. Weekend brunch is popular, for the easy-going atmosphere as much as the near-perfect comfort food. Such dishes include delicious french toast (a dreamy toasted coconut version with ricotta, lime syrup and pistachio), inventive eggy combos, and specials such as grilled asparagus with black pudding, roast tomato, poached egg and hollandaise on sourdough. Add a generous bloody mary and you’re set up for the day. Noise reverberates around the industrial space (all exposed pipework and bare walls), but, visually at least, Salvation Jane is softened by a charming collection of mid-century modern bits and pieces. Staff are kept busy, working both the room and the outdoor terrace, but efficiency can tail off at night.Read more
Venue says: We have revamped our wine list: all our whites, reds and rosés are now available by the glass - come and find your new favourite!
There's certainly plenty of pedigree to this quirky Hoxton haunt - it's the former studio of Goldsmith graduates and YBAs, Gary Hume and Sarah Lucas, plus the owner's apparently a bit of a face on the art and music scenes. And then there's the roster of top-notch artists and bands who have played in the separate gig venue downstairs, 'The Underbelly'. Upstairs, it's more of a diner, DJ bar and cocktail joint, with Paul Daly's design bringing together mismatched furniture, rocking horses, bicycles and surf boards hanging from up on high. There's a jukebox providing the tunes when the DJs take a break from the ones and twos, and with a capacity of 520 - plus space out on the terrace for a further 100 - there's plenty of room for those packing their dancing feet. It's also home to Hoxton Square Craft Beer, so the booze is a bit of a strong point, with house brews such as London Plane Ale served alongside pints pulled from fresh tanks of Budweiser Budvar and Brooklyn Lager. The food menu ranges from classic British dishes such as bangers and mash, fish and chips and shepherd's pie to those with US influence - think burgers, BBQ ribs, nachos and pancakes for breakfast. Pizzas also prove pretty popular.Read more
Collective nouns are great, aren’t they? A mischief of mice, a murder of crows and, my personal favourite, a spaghetti of worms. A clutch can refer to many things, but it’s often a group of female chickens (not to be confused with a hen party). And it’s a fitting name for this hip East End newbie, given that – to paraphrase Henry Ford – you can have any dish, as long as it’s chicken. Not that this is any ordinary fowl, oh no: every piece comes slathered in one of six full-on marinades. Our ‘half bucket’ (thigh, drumstick and breast) arrived in a sticky slick of garlic and sweet soy; a dozen wings came in a sour and spicy sauce suspiciously similar to sriracha (a Thai chilli sauce found in Asian supermarkets). And because Clutch uses free-range poultry, each limb is firm and succulent (no bingo wings here). Portions are enormous; there are sides, such as double-cooked fries and a few salads, but you won’t need ’em. This is not refined or subtle cooking, it’s the kind that goes brilliantly with a beverage or three – there’s drinking until 1am at weekends. Tricked out in monochrome, it’s a highly stylised space, all diagonal floor stripes, stark walls and ultra-low lighting – even the communal tables are mirrored. If the decor sounds a little austere, don’t worry: on our visit, the lively Irish owners (two thirtysomething cousins plus a few siblings) were jigging along to loud, retro tunes. There isn’t a collective noun for dancing Dubliners, but there should be.Read more
Venue says: New brunch menu now available on weekends! Evening private hire available, too. Email: email@example.com to book
The unique subterranean coffee house in Fitzrovia - the one in the 19th century gents' toilet - spawns a second branch in Shoreditch. Expect similarly impressive coffee (it's from Caravan) mixed, if that's your thing, with milk from Jersey cows nurtured by a small producer in Somerset. The food's good too. Breakfasts and brunches range from almond milk porridge, breakfast muffins and vanilla-dipped French toast to pastries, granola and fresh fruit. Lunch options bring soups, breads, salads, charcuterie and cheese boards quite literally to the table. It's closed from 6pm, so get in early if you want a piece of the action.Read more
Like Dreambagsjaguarshoes, Dalston Superstore and Stoke Newington International Airport, this café-bar has a misleading name. The casual visitor in search of a ream of Basildon Bond will find shelves of bottles where they might expect a highlighter display, a selection of French groceries instead of a photocopier. Because it’s actually a wine shop. What sets Printers & Stationers apart from your average off-licence is the small bar area at the back, where you can enjoy any of the bottles for a £9 mark-up and a few by the glass – one red, one white and one rosé. But there is also a notably fine French sparkler for £6 called Flute Enchantée, made by feted winemaker Xavier Guillaume in the Côte d’Or. The stock is all from independent producers, mainly French, with many interesting varieties including natural and organic wines. There’s a particularly fruitful selection in the £8-£15 range. It’s a lovely place, styled somewhere between a ramshackle antique shop and an eccentric French tante’s living room. There’s rickety furniture, chandeliers, candles, piles of leather-bound books, hunting trophies. Jazz parps away in the background; a snoozing dog was shifted from a Queen Anne-style sofa so I could sit down, but returned expectantly with the arrival of my cheese and charcuterie plate. There are also croques monsieur and a few sandwiches for the peckish. It’s simple stuff, and normally a limited offering like this wouldn’t merit much attention. But the artfully cluttered, unusualRead more
Stretched on to the frame of a former local boozer, Canvas Bar has a lot going for it. The location, so close to Old Street station you could crawl there in three minutes, gives it access to waves of the Shoreditch-bound. The secondhand décor is attractive – check out the colourful, mismatched Italian floor tiles in particular. Staff are incredibly friendly and obliging. There is a changing selection of pictures by young artists dotted around the walls. And there’s a deliberate policy of keeping the volume down on the sound system, so customers can hear each other speak. (Other bars, listen up! We don’t all like having to shout to make ourselves heard.) The cocktail list (£7.50-£10) has high ambitions for creativity and originality, but an attempt to order off-menu came to grief: staff had never heard of the Planter’s Punch, a 100-year-old classic cocktail that should form part of any bartender’s repertoire. But a ‘Vic’s Mai Tai’ was competently made, even if it didn’t follow the unsurpassable Trader Vic’s recipe. Early-ish on a Thursday, the place was already respectably full. Tall glasses of beer were much in evidence, as was a mixed crowd of local scene-types and affable folk in business attire. Fridays and Saturdays are DJ nights, and the 180-capacity room gets pretty heaving. During the rest of the week, despite the competition, I’d be happy to come and drink here.Read more
Jamie Oliver’s original Fifteen has rebranded itself as British under St John-alumnus chef Jon Rotherham, though its not-for-profit ethos – training...
Jamie Oliver’s original Fifteen has rebranded itself as British under St John-alumnus chef Jon Rotherham, though its not-for-profit ethos – training disadvantaged apprentices in the culinary arts – remains constant. There’s no longer a restaurant/trattoria divide over the two floors (street level and basement) and the menu is now mainly small plates, with a few mains. What hasn’t changed is the approach: fine ingredients, treated without fuss, to be enjoyed. On a recent visit, good stuff started with breads (carrying a £4 price tag), served with ‘farmhouse butter’ and ‘chicken butter’, the latter a rustic, meaty melding of chicken fat and chicken morsels into the butter. Spare presentation and a retro feel came with devilled egg and smoked anchovy: lovely brown, salty mayonnaise piped into the halved hard-boiled eggs, joined by halved radishes (leaves and all). A summer salad, with many unusual leaves, had a rather salty dressing, while cuttlefish, courgette and herb vinaigrette was a perfect combination. A faultless main course followed: grilled salmon with baby beets and crème fraîche. Fellow diners were tucking into the hallmark roast chicken for two with gusto. To finish, lemon meringue pie packed a vibrantly lemony punch. Great food. Our only criticism? It was impossible to enter the disabled toilet without one of our party rising from the table.Read more
The headlines you’ll read about this Hoxton cocktail bar will proclaim that it doesn’t use ice. That shows how extraordinary it actually is to dispense altogether with such a time-honoured way of chilling drinks, but it’s not even the most exciting thing about White Lyan. It was the first solo venue from single-minded cocktailian Ryan Chetiyawardana (see Dandelyan too), and not only has he chucked out the frozen water, he also employs no citrus, sugar, fruit or other perishables, and next to no branded products. You can’t order off menu, and there’s only one of each colour of wine and one lager. The former White Horse pub in the untrendy bit of Hoxton doesn’t give much away from the outside, but once inside it’s clear this is no standard operation. It’s all-black with a minimalist New York ’80s sort of look about it. Instead of a back bar stacked with spirits there are big fridges holding the pre-made products of hours of labour by Ryan and his team – most of the hard work here is done before opening. Spirits are especially made to order, or refined and ‘rebuilt’ using filtered water and distillations. All this, unsurprisingly, results in some pretty unusual drinks. The Moby Dick Sazerac is made with rye, Peychaud’s bitters and absinthe-soaked rice paper. The whale reference comes from the addition of ambergris – yes, the sperm whale secretion – which adds body. The Monkey Ball contains scotch, cassia, chocolate, and truffle and banana soda. Czech lager is the only beer, bRead more
The two London Rivingtons could be called the mid-market arm of the very smart Caprice Holdings group (Le Caprice, The Ivy, J Sheekey), although prices still aren’t cheap. The dining space at the original is calm and white, with crisp linen and enough of both formality and trendiness to gratify different audiences. Contemporary art such as a Tracey Emin light sculpture add a splash of Shoreditch cool. Menus follow the distinctively British style set by Mark Hix, chef-supremo of Caprice group when the Rivington opened, using fresh, seasonal British ingredients from sustainable sources. The wine list offers an excellent choice by the glass or carafe. Which is all to the good, but the cooking for our Sunday lunch was pleasant without offering any kind of zip. Queenie scallops with garlic butter had mellow flavour, but hadn’t been cleaned properly; strathdon blue cheese and chicory salad, and Sunday roast rib of beef and yorkshire pud were decent yet anonymous. Fish and chips was somewhat better than you get in most gastropubs, though at twice the price. Since the Rivington opens early, there’s also a big choice of breakfast and brunch-style dishes. Perhaps these are what to go for.Read more
Venue says: The Three Crowns wIne fair returns to Old Street roundabout. Saturday August 15, noon-10pm. For more information please call 020 7842 8516.
The Old Street area used to be a case study in bad urban planning. After the Luftwaffe had lain waste upon random buildings, dual carriageways were whacked on top; residents moved out, and small businesses died. It’s a wonder the Three Crowns survived at all, dwarfed as it is by brutal modernist buildings on all sides. A green-tiled exterior still reads ‘Barclays Stout and Ales’, but even as the pub was reopening in May, the building’s landlord was chipping this century-old facade off. A new generation of pub enthusiasts are reclaiming this corner site as their own though. The new owners have their priorities right: a big bar at the front, a good selection of craft beers, lots of appealing bar snacks, and quieter tables further back at the ‘smart end’ if you want a full meal. Beers rotate but Meantime brews are a constant, including its Yakima Red, an amber ale. On our visit, ‘guests’ included Hackney Brewery Best, and Wells Eagle IPA. The bar was rammed with edge-of-City entrepreneurs, well-groomed and studiedly cool, in contrast to the diverse hairstyles and body art of the chefs working in the open kitchen. Salted duck was cut into clean slivers, the sharply pickled endive and watercress cutting the fat. Cod had been crisped on the skin side, but once sat on a watery stock of artichoke hearts and potato, the fish quickly went soggy; the garlic in a well-made aioli rescued the dish. Blood oranges topping a meringue had been cooked down so that what remained was mostly wRead more
Make like Bugs Bunny and eat your carrots before descending the stairs to Worship Street Whistling Shop: it’s so dark you can barely see your feet. But the descent is worth the danger. You enter an equally dim room with the full complement of faux-speakeasy decorations. There are various seating options, some offering so much shadowy seclusion that you could conceive or even give birth to a child and no one would notice. The drinks here have always been right out there, both in conception and presentation. But even when they sound wacky, they have a tendency to taste great. Despite looking a little tired in places (a rumpled, stained drinks menu, for instance), this place is still whistling a happy tune.Read more
Venue says: The best vintage rock 'n' roll sounds in London, every Friday night until 2am.
This Curtain Road venue is close in style and sentiment to its big sister, The Blues Kitchen over in Camden. Expect, then, a restaurant, bar and music venue with a hefty Stateside influence - from its bourbon and its barbecues all the way to its blues. Music does have a big part to play here. There's live artists pretty much every night of the week, with everything from rock 'n' roll to swing, motown, roots and even gospel complementing all that smokey blues. Keep an eye out for nights where food and music combine in happy harmony - think bargain ribs gnawed to a soundtrack of soul. An in-house barbecue, with meats smoked over fruit woods in their own fire pit, is kept busy - orders of beef brisket, smoked chicken, short beef ribs and burnt ends glazed with a beer and hickory barbecue sauce prove popular. Burgers, chilli, lobster, gumbo and a catfish jambalaya also feature.Read more
The premises vacated by Mason & Taylor are now home to the second branch of the Aberdeenshire brewery of the same name, after the original in Camden. You can buy Brewdog beers in Tesco and Asda now, and it has bars in almost every major British city, but it still somehow maintains independence and an air of rebelliousness. Brewdog Shoreditch looks bit like a foundry (bare lights, bits of iron, moulded aggregate). It's not as sterile as it sounds, and there are wooden booths for a bit of privacy from the crowds. As with Camden, it’s often rammed with hopheads male and female – it's all about the craft beers here. There isn't a single sop for Carling or Krony lovers in sight. Everything on offer is a celebration of the endless drinking possibilities that arise when malt, water, yeast and hops come into contact, from the dark and spicy Alice Porter to the sharp and fruity Raspberry Revolver. The most popular brew, Punk IPA, has enough hops packed into it to dispel all memories of any brackish brown beer you might have tried and hated. Average beer strength must be about 6.5 per cent, and none of it's cheap, so best stick to half-pints. Brewdog Camden sells good pizzas and burgers; here it’s 'Japanese street food'. In a Scottish brewery's craft beer bar in London. Why this is so isn't clear. But it's not bad – a ‘gyudon roll’ was stuffed with slow-cooked, salty sweet beef, and ‘katsu skewers’ were deep-fried morsels of lotus root and okra on sticks with dipping sauce. I'm not sRead more
Once under the rule of East End gangsters Ronnie and Reggie Kray (and apparently run by their old mum), the Carpenter’s Arms is now a friendly local. Middle-aged men with loosened ties drink alongside trendy fellas in Breton stripes and girls in retro dresses. That doesn’t mean the place has lost its heritage though. The decor is traditional: wooden panelling meets a cream paint job. A painting of the bad-boys-with-hearts-of-gold sits on the wall at the back-end of the pub, and two huge chalkboards list the place’s extensive beer selection. There are 55 bottled beers and 10 draughts available, sourced both locally and from across the globe. There are also around a dozen wines and small menu of classic British pub fare. On a weeknight, it’s busy enough to enjoy a drink in a buzzy atmosphere, but quiet enough to bag a bar stool or table within 15 minutes.Read more