Caravan

What springs to mind at the word Caravan?

Campsites…Gypsies...The Inbetweener's Movie...?

Nope, all wrong.

The Caravan I'm talking about is this great little restaurant where well travelled food and mighty fine coffee all meet in holy matrimony in an old grain store in Kings Cross.

After tottering around Kings Cross with Geneva for almost 30 minutes before finding the place which is literally next door to Kings Cross, you can almost see it as you come out the exit. But anyhooo we made it no thanks to me and grabbed a stool on a little sharer table next to a super duper loved up couple.  

By the time we got there both Geneva and I were absolutely starving and had to seriously refrain ourselves from ordering every single small sharer plate on the menu. But after a couple of recommendations from the waitress to help put our seriously eager tummy's minds back on track we opted for, well, a bit of everything really.

 

Sitting next to the giant caged kitchens it was pretty hard not to stare. The pair of us ooohed and ahhhed at almost every dish that came through the cubby whole.

Tempting no?

Look at this caramelised onion beauty. Dusted with flakes of parmesan and basil we wolfed down this not so little pizza bread before you could say, well, Pizza.

Geneva wore this gorgeous little pleated number from Topshop (click here) and a lovely double necklace from Urban Outfitters. 

These cauliflower cheese fritters were beyond delicious. 

So coming down to desert, we certainly did not need to see the menu. After looking at every dish that came out the kitchen we were convinced that we had to have 'the square brown thing' - which turned out to be a peanut butter number. Layers or peanut brittle and peanut butter ice-cream served with raspberry coulis pieces. It was almost a Mexican standoff when it came down to the last bite.

You can find Caravan at;

Granary Building
1 Granary Square (off Goods Way)
London
NIC 4AA
Tel: 020 7101 7661

Be sure to book before you go to avoid disappointment!

Flat Iron

My gorgeous friend and fellow foodie Geneva and I have taken it upon ourselves to try out some of the yummiest haunts in London - hard life ey? Geneva was desperate to try out this coveted little steak house, Flat Iron, in Soho and of course I was happy to oblige. 

After checking out the minimalistic website (click here) and hearing recommendations from friends, I still only knew very little of Flat Iron prior to arriving;

1. Be prepared to wait.

2. It may just be the best steak in town.

3. Cocktails pass the time beautifully.

Steak and cocktails.

Heaven.Strolling up at 7ish, we were present with a rather long wait……., but with our names on the list, and our table scheduled for later that evening we were presented with our buzzer and headed off for some drinks.

The basement bar had a totally chilled atmosphere and offered a minimal cocktail list from which we both had to sample the summer special of Strawberry & Basil Collins. 

Pretty pink drinks.

Buzzer time! We excitedly showed our buzzer to the front of house who took us to our two little spaces on the big ol'shared table on the top floor of the restaurant.No time needed for choosing what to have. 

Option A or B. 

Steak or special.

With a whole load of sides and sauces to complement the big hunk of meat.

After mingling with the rest of the people on our sharer bench we all decided to opt for the Flat Iron 10oz Steak, which gives the establishment its name. 

Lashings of homemade peppercorn sauce and we delved straight in, barely taking a pause for breath - the steak was that melt in the mouth good.

I like my steak pretty much alive so when it came perfectly blue, I was very happy indeed. 

Washed down with some more yummy cocktails we were in and out in no longer than 30 minutes.

A perfect destination for a quick and delicious bite with friends, but not the best place for a date. due to their no bookings policy. 

Already planning the next date night with Geneva, its going to be a good'un - so stay tuned.