Escape to Jerusalem

On yet another miserable rainy August evening in London, we escaped from frenetic Leicester Square to soak in some
of the beauty of The Palomar. The vibe is warm and welcoming with friendly staff and funky tunes. The restaurant starts with a buzzing bar area and in the back are a handful of cosy tables which can be pre- booked. Most of Soho now is all about the beating of the queues and no reservations, so being able to book a restaurant was a welcome novelty to me. We dined with another foodie couple, who had been 4 times before, always a good sign. Plus, they knew all the right dishes to order, so for once I just sat back and devoured a feast to top all feasts.
The combinations and spices were all new and exciting for me. I have never been to Tel Aviv, but apparently this is the closest we in London will get to, to the quality of cuisine and throbbing nightlife in Israel’s hot city. To start we had a soft challah loaf which was torn apart and shared with yummy tomato dips. Then came a beef tartar like no other, spicy, soft and melting away with burnt aubergine and artichoke, a mouthful to behold. The deconstructed kebab was plate of delicious mince and spices. Buttermilk corn fed chicken had that warm cosy posh kfc feeling. Then a humungous cauliflower arrived with spices and almonds and all things nice, turning boring old cauliflower to a blooming taste sensation. Prices were as expected for Soho, but not ridiculous. I was waiting for the bar shots and the staff dancing on the bar that I had read about, but maybe it was a quiet night. Ah well all the more reason to go again.

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