Camden Passage in Angel, Islington really is one of my favourite spots in London.
Adorable little vintage market, great interior design shops and some really cute and cool restaurants. Plus the exact right combination of weirdos, criminals, hipsters and posh people to give it that really fun and happening vibe that I love. Once when I was hanging out there about three years ago I was both mugged by a teenage chav and chatted up by a stock broker, all in a couple of hours. Now that's diversity for you.
Elk In The Woods is situated right in the middle of Camden Passage. Truth be told, the main reason this restaurant is on my list is that it has the word 'elk' in it. You know, being Viking and all that. I kind of really just like any place with a moose's head on the wall.
On the agenda for this Sunday morning was a long overdue catch up with my ultimate Adelaide Wharf flatmate. And this time, instead of getting off our heads on cheap bottles of prosecco in a City bar, we decided to be civilised and go for Sunday brunch. Granted, both of us were so hangover from the day before we could barely sit upright, but I'll still consider it progress.
As we tend to struggle to find the time in our crazy diaries to actually meet up and get the latest gossip on each other's lives, we also tend to squeeze a lot in during these catch up sessions. This particular time we managed to get through buying houses, quitting jobs, boy updates (or lack there of in my case), travels to the Caribbean and Australia and of course the standard trips down memory lane. Seriously, considering that we only lived together for four months, we've managed to accumulate a ridiculous amount of craziness (the week of the juicer anyone?).
So about restaurant itself... I have a feeling it's more of a lunch or dinner place. I've heard so many great things about it and the main menu looks amazingly rich and rustic, plenty of game and fish which I love. I refuse to believe it's all that bad.
My full English however - not so great. It was all kind of mushy and chewy and not in a good way. I'm honestly not quite sure how someone can fail at scrambling eggs and frying bacon.
Next time I'm eating the moose instead of observing it on a wall.
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| A very unsatisfying fry up. |
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| A very cute little venue though. |
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