The best restaurants in Shoreditch

Margot Henderson’s awfully well known hidden treasure is a dinky, discreet restaurant located in the bike shed of a former school. Inside, things are prettily low-key, with white walls and jugs of flowers on the tables; on warm days, snap up the sought-after spaces in the allotment-yard. The short daily menu deals in simple seasonal fare such as grilled sardines and tomato, braised rabbit with potato and anchovy or onglet with caponata. This is heart-and-soul dining.

Bistro Freddie is a London rarity: a knowingly ‘cool’ vibehouse that doesn’t make you want to dash your brains out on the edge of an understated white table. Nothing leaves the kitchen underpowered in the wallop department, including glistening, glowing rhombuses of ‘house sausage’, served with punchy (and homemade) brown sauce. Try also snails on top of pillowy flatbread, sprinkled with nubbins of crispy chicken skin, bobbing in tarragon butter. From the same stable as the nearby – and just as lovely - Crispin. 

The first vegan restaurant in the UK to be blessed with a Michelin star. At Plates, flesh, fish and dairy are banned, but so is the V-word, in – we assume – an attempt to dissociate itself from granola-crunching, lentil-loving hippy cliches. Like Kraftwerk never calling themselves a techno band, it works. There’s a waiting list many months-long to score a spot in this cosy, cottagecore-adjacent Old Street space. A tasting menu comprising perfectly arranged bowls of visionary veg makes this a fine-dining experience unlike any other in the city. 

A handsome, buzzy chophouse with a no-frills Basque-leaning menu, Brat has a sexy speakeasy style entrance: just a nameplate by the door. A set of poky steps leads you up to a room above a former pub with glorious original features: wood panelling, arched windows, parquet floors. Expect smart service, a nice line in ‘things on toast’ and some serious signature dishes from the grill like beef chops and lobster. It's got a Michelin star to boot. 

A Middle Eastern small plates and bijou but buzzy Spitalfields spot with only 30 seats. Order the honey-drenched half moons of halloumi, beautifully charred laffa flatbread, lavish slices of fried aubergine heaped with zhoug and incredible falafel. Also memorable: a vegan sprout salad (better than it sounds) and latkes made from layers of confit potato in the shape of giant chips.

The Clove Club wears its numerous accolades lightly, with none of the bluff and bluster of other highfalutin establishments. With two Michelin stars to its name (the first awarded in 2014, the second in 2022), the multi-course tasting menu spans the tastiest, prettiest and most seasonal stuff from across the British Isles. Bashing out more hits than ABBA, the food is furiously fish-heavy, with the likes of sardine sashimi, scallops in dashi, and grilled tuna belly. And don't forget to visit the memorable Victorian loo. 

If you know your tenderloins from your tallow, then this is church. The elevator pitch would be that Manteca is a blend of Trullo/Padella’s eye for ‘proper’, hand-rolled fresh pasta and St John’s cleaver-happy commitment to nose-to-tail minimal waste. If the cut exists, Manteca will find a way to serve it to you and their pasta is right up there with the best in London. The perfect place for a special night out for the discerning flesh-eater in your life.

Smack-in-the-face Thai barbecue in a jam-packed industrial-meets-rustic setting – Smoking Goat is all smoke, loud music and high-strength alcohol. The food is laced with volcanically hot ‘mouse-drop’ chillies, and the flavours will hit you for six (try the lardo fried rice or the signature fish-sauce chicken wings) – although your wallet won’t be seriously dented, even if you go heavy on the booze. Mind you, this really is drinking food at its best. 

An Italian-American restaurant right out of a Billy Joel song, Senza Fondo translates to ‘bottomless’ and that’s what they’re here to do - serve unlimited lasagna until you pass out/admit defeat/call an ambulance. There’s also bouncy burrata with truffle and honey butter, creamy pizzette with lardo, egg and mascarpone, and a short pasta menu. But for all its TikTok-friendly flair, what’s really enjoyable about Senza Fondo is the fact that everyone here is really, truly having a laugh.

Zapote serves punchy meat and elegant seafood dishes from the mind of Yahir Gonzalez, who after a decade has jumped from the Spanish kitchen at Regent Street’s flash Aqua Nueva to cook the cuisine of his native Mexico. It’s something he does extremely well, serving up duck quesadillas with a gooey smoked chipotle jelly, scallop ceviche, beef tartare taco with roasted bone marrow and charred octopus. The ‘save room for dessert’ trope is total a cliche, but at Zapote you would be a fool not to, especially if the pistachio doughnut with morello cherry jam is on.

Nest packed up their Hackney home at the end of 2023 and moved to an earthy, rustic space in Shoreditch. Their themed, and reasonably priced, tasting menus are based on the British seasons. Our last visit was all about game and a total delight. Executive chef Johnnie Crowe’s menus are playful but polished; check out the team's nearby Michelin-starred Restaurant St Barts in Smithfield if you fancy something even fancier. A new wine bar, Nest Cellar, is just next door. 

The first solo venture from Joe Laker – formerly of gone-but-not-forgotten Fenn and St Leonards – this chef's table tasting menu is a ‘culinary ode to the British Isles’, but it’s a loose, casual thing. Sure, Laker is celebrating homegrown ingredients, but he’s not here to make you feel like you’re stuck inside a rhapsodic Robert Macfarlane book. An opening langoustine custard with crab and buttermilk set the scene for some seriously bold native flavours, and Montgomery cheddar was the potent star of both a cheese tartlet with beetroot, as well as a nifty cheese and onion gougere, which came on like a glammed-up Greggs bake (which, if there was any doubt, is a serious compliment). 

Padella’s no-frills fresh pasta is affordable, speedily served and, most importantly, seriously tasty. This Shoreditch iteration of the Borough Market stalwart sticks to its winning formula of delicious, belly-filling dishes served in a spacious, shiny-topped setting. The menu is short without being restrictive, offering the usual Italian suspects – olives, bruschetta and burrata to begin with, and mains including the restaurant’s popular, slimy-yet-satisfying cacio e pepe, a rainbow-flecked tagliarini with crab, chilli and lemon and a rich beef shin parpadelle

Cecconi's has been a London favourite since the 1970s. Now under the watchful eye of the Soho House Group, their Shoreditch branch is a super slick space, and prides itself on northern Italian cicchetti. Unlike most Italian spots in town, it's open all though the day, kicking off at 7.30am with a breakfast focaccia stuffed with mortadella, fried egg and burrata. Due to the Soho House link there's some lowkey star-spotting to be done alongside the punchy menu of pizza, pasta and big trad-leaning dishes such as saltimbocca alla romana, veal milanese, and whole sea bream. Equally, a few plates of zucchini fritti, beef carpaccio, tuna tartare and that warm, fluffy focaccia with a bottle of montepulciano d'abruzzo is a perfectly respectable order. 

A permanent Shoreditch home for the cult street-food vendors, this stygian semi-industrial space feels like a medieval nightclub complete with throbbing beats and a man-tastic meat-loving vibe. Beef brisket is the top call on the menu, and it comes two ways – as a single hunk of flesh or shredded and snuggled inside a pillowy, slightly sweet bun with a lick of barbecue sauce and bone-marrow butter. We also rate Smokestak’s lavishly seasoned, long-smoked beef ribs very highly.  

It’s fun all the way at this riotous Shoreditch spot – a cross between a chintzy curio-filled emporium and your Italian nonna’s parlour. You’re here for the good times, but there’s some very decent trattoria food on offer too (if you’re prepared to wait). The carbonara for two is a huge, rich bowlful of jollity, and it’s worth adding a few nibbles to start – perhaps a trio of snooker ball-sized crocchè (Italy’s answer to jamón croquetas). Oh, and just wait until you see the loos.

This fresh pasta specialist buzzes with activity as its pasta-makers deftly roll and fold their product behind the counter of the small, whitewashed venue. Most people buy by weight to take away, although there is a sit-down tasting area further back. The monthly changing menu offers just a handful of ‘folds’ with seasonal toppings, but the signature dish of agnolotti cavour – ravioli filled with pork, beef and spinach bathed in sage butter – is always available. 

You’re guaranteed a fun time at every branch of this slick Iran-via-India café, and this Shoreditch outpost is no different. The vast dining room, overseen by an army of friendly staff, has 1970s-style decor based on the post-colonial Irani cafés of Bombay. From the menu, start with exotically spiced cocktails, then move on to inventive Indian small plates, with Dishoom signatures such as the black dal and Shoreditch specials including the slow-cooked lamb raan.

You can now take the road to Mandalay without leaving the East End by visiting this Burmese star on the fringes of Shoreditch. Looking achingly stylish with its dark wood, chic upholstery and huge windows, Lahpet’s distinctive crossbreed of Thai and Indian cuisine is very much its own – if you don’t believe us, try one of its zingy signature salads spliced with split peas, shallots, tea leaves and fish. It also does lovely plates of hake and deep bowls of coconut noodles too.