I won't lie. I was a bit pissed when I sat down at the bar for dinner at Bocca di Lupo, an Italian restaurant in Soho. So that's why the photos are, shall we say, a bit blurry.Bocca di Lupo has been around for a while now, but I never made the effort to go and visit. Recently, I was pretty jealous after I heard my friends rave about the meal they had there so I hastily booked myself in. On a Friday night, the bar was packed and the place had a nice buzz about it.
Squid, prawns and aubergine were all fried expertly and were greaseless; even the aubergine, which is no easy feat. Prawns were munched heads and all.
Shaved radish, truffle and pecorino salad with pomegranates whiffed of the heady scent of truffle oil. Short sharp bursts of the pomegranate seeds accentuated the peppery flavours of the radish. At first bite I found it agreeable; soon enough I kept going back for more. It was a real grower.
A plate of raw seafood came pleasingly with three slices of each (besides the langoustine) so we could all have a fair share. Rosemary oil gave the seafood a more Italian flavour. The scallop was sweet and fresh but my real favourite was the red prawns.
The leaves of the deep fried artichoke were crisp perfection, and we managed to split the beloved heart into three.
I am a huge fan of pasta, and orrichette with 'njuda salami had the words 'extremely spicy' underlined in the menu description. They weren't lying. It was.
Pappardelle with ox cheek was my favourite dish of the night. Light as a feather pasta bathed in a deliciously meaty, hearty sauce topped off with plenty of cheese. I was loathe to share it.
I've never had teal before; I don't think I will again. Clearly I haven't learnt that anything gamier than pigeon is too gamey for me. My companions devoured this.
The only dud dish of the night was puntarelle, a type of chicory, dressed with anchovy and lemon. It tasted of grass dressed in salty fish. Perhaps if the chicory stems were sliced a little thinner it may have been more palatable, but we largely left this dish untouched.With two bottles of wine and service, the bill came to about £45 each. It aint cheap, but I loved it. I'm now regretting skipping dessert, but there will definitely be a next time.
Bocca di Lupo
12 Archer Street
London W1D 7BB
Tel: 020 7734 2223
8 comments:
Oh, I'm so so so keen to visit there now! The artichoke!!! That was one of my favourite things in Rome.
That puntarelle really should have been shredded and curled up in ice water.
I took my dad here last year and I came out indifferent. But I can tell from your photos that your meal was so much better and interesting than mine. Maybe we just ordered too seafood-intensely?
http://www.londonelicious.com/dining/2009/04/boca-di-lupo.html
I admire your candour.
I would like to ask you what
you thought of the presentation of
the dishes?
They look rather chaotic and
unimpressive, only the Pappardelle
and the Teal are admirably done.
Cheers
Mark
That Pappardele does look like the sex, this is still firmly near the top of the list to try... The Lady's been and loved it so should probably get down soon.
I read grower as growler. Whoops. Looks a lot of fun - especially the beefy pasta...
I'm keen to go for their ice cream burger alone. Were you not tempted to give it a try?
Bocca di Lupo has been one of my favourite restaurants since it opened. It can work out expensive, and I have found the service to be varied, but the food is fantastic. I order that radish salad every single time - it's gorgeous.
Su-Lin - Ah, so that's how you serve it...
Krista - I think their meat dishes were equally as excellent as their seafood. Perhaps they've now hit their stride?
Nietzsche's Orphan - Thanks. I wouldn't fault them on their presentation whatsoever. Perhaps it's my shockingly bad pictures...
Pavel - Get yo' ass down there. Perfect date place too.
Jonathan - HA! Brilliant. Gutter brain ;) I completely bypassed desserts on that occasion.
GD - it's quickly become a favourite for me too. A payday treat I think!
I had that plate of raw seafood a while ago and the langoustine was still moving its legs. A first time for eating live langoustine!
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