Foxcroft and Ginger
I don't know what it is that makes this such a legend of a place for me. Or why I keep finding myself being drawn back there like an insatiable moth... Maybe it is the basement, with the leather horse and huge, comfy battered armchairs. Maybe it is the mismatched old fashioned bone china in which they serve their coffee, the wooden banister and exposed pipes or the incredible array of sandwiches and fritata... Maybe it is the fact that it is comfortably tucked away on Berwick Street in the heart of Soho... Most likely, it's all of the above.
I was first alerted to Foxcroft when researching for my Wardour Street post. A friend of mine worked in the area and heard that I was heading for Beatroot, across the road. He told me that he had recently switched allegiances and often got lunch at his new favourite cafe, and that it was the kind of place that I would love. It was called Foxcroft and Ginger. And so, Helena and I went to explore...
I don't know what it is that makes this such a legend of a place for me. Or why I keep finding myself being drawn back there like an insatiable moth... Maybe it is the basement, with the leather horse and huge, comfy battered armchairs. Maybe it is the mismatched old fashioned bone china in which they serve their coffee, the wooden banister and exposed pipes or the incredible array of sandwiches and fritata... Maybe it is the fact that it is comfortably tucked away on Berwick Street in the heart of Soho... Most likely, it's all of the above.
I was first alerted to Foxcroft when researching for my Wardour Street post. A friend of mine worked in the area and heard that I was heading for Beatroot, across the road. He told me that he had recently switched allegiances and often got lunch at his new favourite cafe, and that it was the kind of place that I would love. It was called Foxcroft and Ginger. And so, Helena and I went to explore...
From the outside, it is easy to miss. Next door to an empty shop, it is dark and simple. When you step in it is small, with only a few upstairs seats. But it is an attractive little place- tiled walls, brickwork and wooden floors. The counter is laden with food, and it all looks home made and generous and gorgeous. A coffee break escalated into a lunch stop.
We went for the pumpkin fritata and a mammoth sandwich with (thick wedges of) goats cheese, fig, roast pepper, rocket, red onion in ciabatta bread. I like to think that LouLovesFood knows good food- and this was good. I go wild for anything with pumpkin in, and so the fritata was an obvious choice. It had an unusual but enjoyable texture; bubbly and soft like savoury blancmange.
The ciabatta was the best- our favourite- with a coating of oil, salt and herbs, as ciabatta should. It seemed to be made by someone who was slightly over excited by the task- filled with generous helpings of a massive variety of ingredients, resulting in an almost overwhelming depth and variety of flavour.
They were brought to us on wooden boards (cut in two so we could share= serious brownie points!) with super cute skinny knives and skinny forks. So full marks for presentation, too.
The ciabatta was the best- our favourite- with a coating of oil, salt and herbs, as ciabatta should. It seemed to be made by someone who was slightly over excited by the task- filled with generous helpings of a massive variety of ingredients, resulting in an almost overwhelming depth and variety of flavour.
They were brought to us on wooden boards (cut in two so we could share= serious brownie points!) with super cute skinny knives and skinny forks. So full marks for presentation, too.
Every time I go in (and it has now been a few times...) I always eye up the hefty looking Toulouse sausage and onion jam ciabatta sandwiches- that might have to be on the agenda next time. Other food options include chorizo, honey roasted squash, basil and chilli mayo or halloumi and sweet potato salads. They have a brunch menu (my obsession with brunch is gathering momentum...) which boasts a selection of pastries, muesli, Eggs Benedict and English muffins with black pudding, scrambled egg and chives.
Oh I am SO jealous!
ReplyDeleteNo need to be jealous, head down! I don't know where you're based but I bet it would be worth the trip :)
ReplyDeletei keep meaning to go in there... that place is going to be next on my list of places to check out :p
ReplyDeleteEver since I read your post on Wardour Street, I've been meaning to say that I think you've got a great blog.
ReplyDeleteGreat photos and a good mix of recipes and adventures around London town. You do seem to have a good nose for sniffing out great places.
Mark
Great tip Lou - will have to check it out. That sandwich looks ze bizness!
ReplyDeleteThankyou all for the comments. I'm glad you're all considering checking it out, clearly writing this post was time well spent.
ReplyDeleteMark- thanks so much! So glad you like it. Drop by again soon :)
xx