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With the likes of Yotam Ottolenghi showing that vegetarian food need have no limits (apart from the obvious one of meat, of course), we can’t help but find the canteen-style nosh in this long-established veggie restaurant just a little, well, blah.
The venue is nicely presented, with playful touches including a theatrical crimson shopfront looking on to Goldhawk Road, massive TV-like spotlights and pots of crayons provided for doodling on the paper tablecloths.
The menu reaches around the globe: greek salad beside caribbean curry, mushroom wellington, vietnamese spring rolls and halloumi tikka skewers (the latter of which were well spiced).
The Middle Eastern filo pie is one of those hearty traditional vegetarian dishes: a dense mound of lentil-stuffed pastry with a generous selection of dips. Both the pie and the parmesan-crusted aubergine schnitzels skimped a little on seasoning. Plum crumble was actually a crumble tart swimming in what tasted – not altogether unpleasantly – like Bird’s custard.
Blah Blah Blah could be cheaper, even though the BYOB policy helps reduce bills, and despite the odd high note, the cooking lacks the verve of the best contemporary vegetarian cuisine.