We got off on the wrong foot, 10 Greek Street and I. A few weeks ago I foolishly attempted to get a table there at about 9.30 on a Saturday evening only to be greeted by spectacularly stressed-looking staff who basically laughed at our request for a table for 2. Fine, we’ll take our business elsewhere, then. Ended up in the perfectly lovely (but expensive) Duck Soup down the road.
Two weeks later and we find ourselves in Soho on a gloriously sunny Saturday afternoon. For anyone who is into restaurants, this is a great time. A sunny Saturday in Soho (sorry) means you can usually get a table at one of the dead cool places you’d have an hours wait for in the evening. Soho is now so well-stocked with great, affordable places to eat that you can walk from street to street browsing each place until you come across something you fancy. On a Saturday lunchtime, you can simply walk in and get a table, just the way it should be. On this particular Saturday the only place with a small queue was Honest Burgers, and that’s because it’s so tiny.
We ambled around trying to make our choice. We even started to walk into Quo Vadis until I remembered we hadn’t checked out 10 Greek Street yet. Despite being given short shrift last time, I’d heard so many good things about it I was pretty keen to try it out. On arriving, everything fell in to place. The menu looked great, the sun was out and there was a perfect table right by the window for us. Done.
Inside was the polar opposite of our brief visit on that Saturday evening. The atmosphere was one of sun-drenched calm. The staff fluttered about efficiently, people quietly enjoying their lunches over low chatter. The interior is a perfect example of how to do an interesting, simple design asthetic. 1950s Danish-style chairs, formica table-tops with clever little sunken troughs for cutlery/menus etc and lots of white. Uncluttered and attractive.
Lunch began with a pair of excellently made cocktails: a Bramble and a blood-orange Aperol Spritz. TRENDWATCH - pretty much every menu we browsed that day in Soho had at least one dish featuring blood-orange. Yes, I know it’s in season, but still. They brought over some tap water and a small bowl of delicious bread. I particularly loved the focaccia.
The menu at 10 Greek Strete is mainly Italian with a few Spanish influences. It’s fairly short with maybe 5 starters, 5 mains and a selection of small plates. We were in a small-plate mood (a risky proposition in Soho theses days - pay a lot, leave hungry) so we dived in. First to arrive was a huge plate of padron peppers, salted and baked in oil. Simple and delicious. Mrs MBFBY? said “these are the most pepper-tasting peppers I’ve ever had”. Spot on, my love.
Next was the bruschetta with wild mushroom, buratta and rocket. Feel free to leave abusive comments for my use of the following term - it was ‘gloriously rustic’. A union of well-chosen ingredients and again, a generous portion. Alongside this we had an excellent (and plentiful) charcuterie of outrageously good quality meats.
Just as we’d polished off all this, the next dishes arrived. Mackerel with beetroot and horseradish - again an wonderfully unfussy combination of great ingredients. Prawns, watercress and saffron mayonnaise - huge juicy prawns cooked in a rich, spicy oil with a rather wonderful mayo on the side.
The whole experience was just blissful. Every mouthful of food was amazingly tasty, and the sun busting through the windows onto the white walls gave the room a lazy glow. The best bit? The bill came to 58 quid for 5 generous dishes and 2 cocktails each, and we left satisfied. When we went to Duck Soup the bill was about 90 quid and I was still hungry. Same last time I went to Polpo.
Apart from the misfire on my first attempt to eat there I cant fault 10 Greek St on any level. Wonderful service in an attractive environment and a simple menu comprised of carefully chosen ingredients prepared with deft skill. All this for a fair price. It doesn’t really get any better, does it?
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