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Vauxhall restaurants
There are more worth-a-visit restaurants in Vauxhall than you might think. Here’s our top selection of SW8 eateries
Depending on who you ask, Vauxhall is best known as either a dusty transport hub or London’s ecstatic gay clubbing mecca. What it isn’t is a place with a reputation for fine dining. But there are plenty of decent restaurants in Vauxhall, attracting locals as well as clued-up visitors to this neighbourhood where south London meets Zone 1. Get off the main gyratory that forms the centre of the area, and you’ll discover all sorts of interesting, tucked-away eateries, from Korean restaurants to fine-dining joints. Here’s our top selection of Vauxhall restaurants that’ll make you give SW8 another look.
Restaurants in Vauxhall
Daebak
Daebak opened in late 2017, just over the road from fellow Korean restaurant Jihwaja and is a worthy alternative if you don’t want a side order of karaoke with your kimchi. It’s taken over the site of a long-standing greasy spoon and, for better or worse, it still feels like a caff. Tables are tightly packed, the radio is way too loud and it doesn’t take cards for less than £10. But prices are low, portions are large and the chefs know their way around a fryer. The Korean classics (kimchi, glass noodles, bibimbap) are all here, along with Japanese imports in the shape of katsu curry, tempura and teriyaki. Seafood pajeon had prawns and spring onion set in springy golden pancake batter; the starter portion was enough for two to share and would easily feed one as a light main course. Nicely marinated beef bulgogi and crunchy chunks of fried chicken with a punchy soy and garlic sauce also impressed. The only dud dish was a plateful of greasy dumplings in which it was impossible to tell one mushy filling from another. Local word-of-mouth is filling the place out, with even lunchtime tables hard to come by towards the end of the week. In Korean, ‘daebak’ means ‘awesome’. It’s getting there.
Bonnington Café
This cooperatively run vegetarian and vegan restaurant was initially set up back in the '80s to serve the local community – many of whom were squatting nearby. Today it retains the community feel, with a collective of cooks keeping the pans hot. The clientele tends to comprise locals and regulars, too. Menus are dictated by the chef, and usually by that chef's homeland. Expect, then, dishes influenced by Japan, Italy, France, America and Portugal, all with a vegetarian or vegan bent. And if you really like what you were served on a given day? You can check online who did the cooking and make a beeline for their next shift. It's also worth noting that Bonnington Café is BYO, and cash-only. Visit more community cafes in London
Jihwaja
It’s hard to know where the restaurant starts and the karaoke bar stops at this little warren of a Korean joint on Kennington Lane. Even the tiny ‘main’ dining room is loomed over by a giant screen of silently warbling Asian teenagers, and some speakers haphazardly tacked to the wall. Next, time, I’ll ask them to get the mics out.Maybe. Ah, but the food: pretty decent, if effectively an extended riff on sugar and soy. But there was one killer dish. The ‘cheese ramen’ was utterly filthy, a synthetic cheese slice melting into a bowl of Maggie-style noodles and a chilli-fired cloudy broth. My companion baulked; I wolfed the lot. Self-respect who? What followed couldn’t quite hit the heady heights of that dirty dish du jour, though the crescent-shaped pork and veg mandu dumplings were surpringsly delicate, their thin skins just crisp and the piggy, pasty interiors juicy and lousy with scallions. More texturally interesting still were the fried cigars of seaweed, packed with wormy, slimy glass noodles. The de facto main event was a massive, steaming bowl of fried chicken. God knows how they get the texture like this: it was chewy, crisp and lip smackingly sticky all at once, and absolutely honked of garlic. There was a whole bird in there too: it was, I admit, my first time chewing on a chicken neck, and the rippling, HR Giger-esque appearance of the meat definitely puts it in ‘adventurous eater’ territory. But that reflects more on me than the kitchen (and, to clarify, it tasted
Hot Stuff
Twentysomethings, with digs in the locality, love this no-frills venue on snug little Wilcox Road, bringing a hip vibe that’s accentuated by the deep purple walls, mosaic framed mirrors, and fairy lights in the windows. The no-corkage BYO policy is a big draw (there’s an off-licence next door), but so is the food – freshly prepared in the open kitchen at the rear. There’s a brief menu of standard North Indian dishes, as well as daily specials. Expect complimentary popadums with decent chutneys to start. Highlights include sag chicken (bursting with the flavour of spinach) and piping hot chana dahl, but parties of ‘leave it to the chef’ diners fare best, with a wider variety of dishes conveyed to their tables (such as tandoori chicken wings). Our bill, like theirs, was £15 a head.
Po'Boys
There's more than a hint of the Deep South at this good-looking Vauxhall pop-up - its food is inspired by the food of New Orleans. It takes its name from the traditional Louisiana sub, but that proves an homage rather than direct inspriration - the menu here is a set, five-course affair. It kicks off with jalapeno panko 'poppers' stuffed with three different cheeses, and is followed by pickled crawfish in Cajun spices with toasted sourdough, BBQ ribs with a Dr Pepper dipping sauce and then 'wenny's big mamma gumbo' - a chicken and smoked sausage gumbo with hushpuppies. And to finish? Mississippi mud pie and coffee brewed with a splash of bourbon. It's worth noting that it's a ticketed affair, with a set price for Friday and Saturday evenings only. You can pick up tickets on their website.
Pharmacy 2
Remember Pharmacy? A restaurant-inside-an-art-installation, co-owned by PR guru Matthew Freud and with designs by fellow co-owner Damien Hirst, it first opened in 1997. With wall-to-wall pills and wall-to-wall slebs, it was, for a brief time, the hot ticket: the sort of place you’d take someone whose knickers you wanted to get into. But selling out to the City within nine months spelled doom (worse even, than being forced to change its name, the Royal Pharmaceutical Company having successfully argued it could confuse anyone looking for an actual pharmacy). It fell suicidally out of fashion, was bought out by a bar chain in 2000 (at which point Hirst jumped ship) and eventually closed in 2003. Don’t feel too sorry for Hirst though: he flogged the fixtures and fittings for a cool £1.2m.Now, it’s back. And this time, called Pharmacy 2 (I’d have preferred ‘Pharmacy II: the Revenge’). It’s the new restaurant of the Hirst-owned Newport Street Gallery, where he exhibits works from his personal collection.Aesthetically, it’s still great fun: colourful, creative, thought-provoking. Even after all these years, the concept, with its rows of medications, ‘100 most prescribed pills’ wallpaper and pill-shaped bar-stools makes for an intriguing backdrop. But Hirst has missed a trick here, in not applying the same ethos he applies in the gallery – showcasing relative unknowns – to the kitchen. It would, for example, have been exciting to see a rotation of up-and-coming chefs shaking the pans
Mezemiso
The Crowne Plaza hotel's terrace restaurant. Stop in here, on the fifteenth floor, for Lebanese Japanese fusion food, brews and views.
Brunswick House Café
This Georgian mansion, a tiny beacon of classic calm amid the high-rise apartments and noisy chaos of Vauxhall Cross, has no trouble packing in a young, high-spending, professional clientele. Some are simply stopping by for a cocktail while perusing the desirable bric-a-brac on offer from architectural salvage company Lassco, but most are here to meet, drink, eat and generally enjoy the place’s markedly non-corporate hospitality. It’s an appealing combination of boho-chic comfort, fluctuating lighting (of an evening) and minimalist menu presentation, along with a brilliantly tended bar and extensive lounge. Cocktails are prepared with panache and are good value; the food perhaps less so – following a punchy Pimm’s, an appealing-sounding summery starter of ‘asparagus, peas and berkswell’ disappointed by occasioning a needle-in-a-haystack search beneath a mound of rocket. A main course of grey mullet would have worked better as a starter: both the potato accompaniment and sea greens turned out to be cold salads, and explained why the waitress pressed us to order vegetable side dishes (at extra charge). Bread – chunky and pleasing sourdough – also costs extra after the first slice. Puddings proved a curate’s egg: excellent, crunchy brown bread ice-cream and strawberry ‘tart’ with thin, soft pastry and a slippery cheesecake filling.
Dirty Burger
The Hoist you may or may not already be familiar with. If not, it’s a select and discreet club in Vauxhall where mature gentlemen can enjoy themselves, and each other, on all manner of Heath Robinson contraptions. Sandwiched between this local landmark and the orifice that is the back end of Vauxhall station, you’ll find Dirty Burger. No, not an actual dirty burger, but Dirty Burger, second branch of the achingly fashionable burger shack. It keeps things simple: burgers, fries, and – best of all – breakfast buns, from 7am. Sausage and egg in a bap? They don’t come runnier. Unlimited coffee? Enough to keep you up all night. It’s open until 2am on Friday and Saturday nights, and at only £4 for such prime beef and firm buns, we can see it spanking the competition in Vauxhall for late-night eats.
Kifto House
Oriental fire meets the subtler seasonings typical of the Horn of Africa, by way of standard breakfast fry-ups, in this multifunctional Vauxhall café. The split personality is down to the fact that Kitfo House is essentially an Eritrean restaurant that likes to make the most of its Thai chef at lunchtime. The Thai options are cheaper than the African ones: powerfully flavoured kaeng pa (jungle curry), served with a mound of rice, costs just £5.50. The Eritrean version of scrambled eggs, jumbled with green chillies and chopped tomatoes, is a gloriously tasty dish. It can be served with pitta, or, like the rest of the Eritrean specials, with a whole basket of rolled-up injera (spongy and slightly sour: the national bread) that you use as a scoop or plate. Vegetarians can choose delicious messes of spinach, lentils and cottage cheese, while meat eaters are wowed by tender beef stewed in spices – the restaurant’s namesake dish. As a grand finale, treat yourself to the Eritrean coffee ceremony: it’s a heady and stimulating experience, with incense and popcorn as the trimmings.
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