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Finn McRedmond

Finn McRedmond

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Finn McRedmond is an Irish journalist working in London. She is a columnist at the Irish Times and the New Statesman. She writes about contemporary culture.

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The best restaurants in Hackney

The best restaurants in Hackney

Head to Hackney and you've got a seriously exciting evening of dining ahead of you, as some of the city's boldest chefs have set up shop in this rapidly-gentrifying patch of east London. High-end restaurants sit alongside chic brunch spots, inviting gastropubs and long-established neighbourhood joints. Whatever you're after, you'll more than likely find it here. Go east(ish) and eat. New additions to the list include smoke and fire fun at Lagom, Michelin starry-ness at Behind, chef Abby Lee's incredible Mambow – which recently moved to Clapton from Peckham and canal-side standout, Sune.  Recommended: Here are London's 50 Best Restaurants. Leonie Cooper is Time Out London’s Food and Drink Editor. For more about how we curate, see our editorial guidelines.  

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Bambi

Bambi

4 out of 5 stars

London is gripped by an epidemic of identikit wine bars. Any day now Hackney will crack under the weight of all those small plates and exposed brick work. There is only so much whipped feta and chilled red a borough can take before it is completely consumed by a low-intervention cabernet sauvignon tsunami. And yet, the natural wine and dine bar hegemony shows little sign of abating. Oranj, Westerns Laundry, Planque, 107 (neé P Franco) and Cadet epitomise the genre. And of course, the format is not bad: simple menus, a comfortable room full of good looking people, a wine list that tends to showcase small producers. Finch in Brixton, Forza Wine at the National Theatre and Little Cellars in Camberwell have all recently added to London’s rapidly expanding roster. And so the question for London Fields’s newly opened Bambi is whether it can differentiate itself from the masses. How to justify its existence in such a crowded market? Eating a sandwich for dinner was weird but the chicken parm was a runaway hit. Perhaps it doesn’t have to. On a Thursday evening Bambi was full, with hopefuls milling by the door in search of a last minute seat. London’s appetite for this kind of restaurant is large, but very few offer a new perspective on a wearying format. No matter if you cannot get a table at Westerns Laundry, Primeur is only around the corner and you will hardly notice the difference. There is only so much you can do with courgette and feta. And though there is nothing to criticise