And appropriately, my first finding is yankee diner Lucky7 in London’s fashionable Westbourne Park, which looks pretty groovy, but seems to only serve breakfasts and burgers. The burgers look good, but would surely be nothing on the bison burgers served at Ted’s Montana Grill in Atlanta, which were the unadulterated taste of evil.
Then we come to the ably-named Seven in Richmond, which serves Afghan, Lebanese and Turkish delicacies, a cuisine I’m still bored with since Restaurant 2. However, I love all the different spellings of humus, and Seven’s version, ‘HOMUS’ is particularly good. They also serve ‘SALADZ’ – street style!
The Hawksmoor Seven Dials is a rather good place for slabs of cow but the name is a bit of a cheat and I’ve already been there anyway.
There’s also Seven at Brixton (Does this pose a copyright issue to Seven in Richmond?) which is one of those open air bars in the market where you sit pretending you’re not freezing your nuts off. Cocktails are served in teacups (all very cool with certain types not so long ago) and food is served on sticks. All food will be served on sticks in the future so that it doesn’t blow away on as we fly along on our hoverpods.
We ate beefhearts on a stick last weekend at Soho Peruvian restaurant Ceviche - sadly they didn’t come with a potato firmly stuck on the end to keep them in place, like they did in Cusco.
But I’m feeling intrigued by the wankily sumptuous Seven Park Place by William Drabble. I’ve never heard of William but it sounds like I should have. It has one Michelin Star and a ‘gourmand menu’ that ploughs through intriguing treats like ‘Seared foie gras with tart tatin of endive and blood orange’ and ‘Roasted chicken wings with potato gnocchi, chicken emulsion and morel mushrooms’.
I reckon the amuse bouche will be green… or maybe blue.
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