Perhaps it’s a slightly voyeuristic premise, TV-funded trips back through decades of heartache, but this film does provide level-headed contemplation. That’s mainly thanks to the children themselves. While there are some on-screen revelations, there are also filming restrictions on certain authorities and relatives in Romania, which means that most of what we find out is filtered through Will, Nicci and Cezarina’s observations and conclusions. And it’s their remarkable understanding and empathy for their birth parents that set the tone.
Still, it’s not easy to watch. The distress of the Romanian families is disturbing, as are, of course, the original images of the neglected orphans. But it’s the fact it’s those very babies relating the story, along with their thoughts and feelings about what happened, that makes telling it so worthwhile.
Fresh and clean, fun and colourful, and undoubtedly Eastern Mediterranean – when it comes to this cute little Levantine diner nestled just off Old Brompton Road, those adjectives could either be describing the food, the decor or the staff. A bustling open kitchen is the first thing you see when you go in, but the eye quickly shifts to the brightly coloured walls, clashing with dizzily patterned furniture. The clientele seems to be a mix of tourists and locals, but all are given the same merry reception, as if they’ve just come back for the third night running. Ceru promises the best of an area covering Turkey to Syria to Israel (and everything in between). Of our dips and green bits, the crisp apple, mint and pomegranate salad outshone the pancar beetroot offering by a country mile, but there were plenty of other intriguing numbers that will guarantee our return. Shish taouk, chicken tikka by another name, was perfectly cooked and plenty for two. Persian kaftas (beef patties) came slighly dry but were lifted by a tarator (tahini and lemon) sauce. Elsewhere, the zucchini and feta fritters were too stodgy to finish but a failsafe go-to of halloumi with harissa and grilled peppers more than saved the day. If you somehow have shares in pomegranates, rejoice! They have a way of studding, sprinkling or topping most things with them, but not to the point of overdosing. And be warned, the thanks and goodbyes were even more enthusiastic than the welcome. But you can’t really have to
Venue says: “Lively Levantine mezze restaurant, gluten-free, healthy yet indulgent small plates. Offering express lunch platters and weekend brunch.”