Restaurant Review: Carousel London – Angelo Sato

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I have “write blog post – on anything” on my to-do list. So despite the fact its 00:20 on a Sunday night (technically its morning I guess) here goes.

The other day Elaine and I went to one of our favourite places in London to eat supper: Carousel. For those who are unacquainted – the concept is revolving chef residencies by up and coming chefs, offering four to five course menus for a fairly economical GBP35 pp prepaid (you purchase a ticket for the meal beforehand). Full disclosure – this does not include drinks or extra courses on the day, which typically would add another GBP50-70 to the final bill for two.

Why do we love Carousel? For one, its always interesting, and you never know what you are going to get. The service is friendly, and the bar tenders are more than competent, so drinks are always good. The atmosphere is relaxed and welcoming.

I have eaten at Carousel close to ten times by now and the quality has always been consistently high, without a single real disappointment. And from time-to-time you get some stunning meals, like this one.

Today’s guest chef was Angelo Sato. I’m going to save everyone’s time by copy pasting directly from the website:

Sato landed his first job when he was just thirteen, gutting fish at Tokyo’s Nagahama Ichiba fish market. It was the beginning of a remarkable culinary journey that’s seen him rise through the ranks of some of the world’s most revered kitchen brigades: Narisawa (**) and Ryu Gin (***); Restaurant Gordon Ramsay (***) and Trinity (*); Eleven Madison Park (***); and, most recently, Restaurant Story (*), where he was head chef. Sato describes his style as “progressive Japanese with a European accent (or vice versa)”, and his Carousel menu promises to be a taste of things to come.

The photos speak for themselves, but they don’t tell you the whole story. They don’t tell you how well balanced the flavours of the various dishes throughout the exquisite menu were. They don’t tell you how delicately crafted were some of Angelo’s intricate creations. Or how well-portioned everything was. This was a truly talented chef, and an intelligent melding of Japanese and Western gastronomy.

Normally with a restaurant review, one of the functions is to encourage readers to visit said place to try the fare for themselves. With Angelo Sato’s residency well over by now this isn’t exactly a possibility. But I would still recommend any adventurous foodies to check the Carousel website to see who the upcoming guest chefs are, see what they fancy most, and pick up a couple tickets for themselves and a loved one.

I confirmed with Angelo on the night that he plans to open a restaurant in London this year. According to Carousel’s website, his first solo project ‘Omoide’ – Japanese for ‘Memories’ – is set to be one of the stand out openings of 2018. If this fine meal was anything to go by, that may well end up being true.

Score: 8.5/10

Carousel London
http://www.carousel-london.com/whatson.html
71 Blandford Street, Marylebone, London, W1U 8AB

 

Restaurant Review: Dragon Castle

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Let’s face it, if someone asked you for the arse end of Zone One in London, Elephant & Castle would be one of the areas that first spring to mind.

I first ate at Dragon Castle some time last Autumn for late lunch with a large group of thirty chinese people whom I mostly did not know. A socially awkward occasion, but the food had been decent.

The Dim Sum, probably re-heated frozen items made off site and bought in like the rest of Chinatown, was as you might expect, perfectly average and therefore very tasty. The Cheong-fun, again, very normal and serviceable. Worst performing was the Pak Choi in garlic, drowned in oily liquid, but still edible. Disappointing too was the Chicken fillet in Szechuan sauce, mainly because it wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. Service was fine. Cost for the meal without wine was fifty quid for two (we over-ordered slightly).

Perhaps the most surprising part of the whole restaurant is the interior, which while in itself nothing special, when compared to the desolation outside, looks like the Ritz Carlton.

Don’t get me wrong. Dragon Castle offers decent, traditional, Chinese fare. I would be happy eating there again. It would hold its own against many restaurants in Chinatown. But therein lies the problem. Dragon Castle offers Chinatown food, at Chinatown prices, in… the arse end of London. Unless you stick to Dim Sum, which is maybe ten to fifteen per cent cheaper than average for the same quality.

In other words, there is no good reason to eat at Dragon Castle, unless you happen to find yourself in Elephant & Castle, craving Chinese.

Dragon Castle, Walworth Road, SE17 (www.dragoncastle.eu)

Good for: When you are in Elephant & Castle and want to eat decent, traditional, Chinese food

Bad for: When you are not in Elephant & Castle and want to eat decent, traditional, Chinese food

Rating: 5/10

Price: £15-25 per head without alchohol, depending how fat you are

Shoulder dislocated while boxing, morphine is totally overrated.

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Can the bad luck continue? What next after being mugged a few days ago?

A few hours ago I was sparring with my gym trainer Paul in the ring, went for a right hook… and pop! out came the shoulder. With an audible crackle my right shoulder jumped out the socket and I crumpled to the floor in searing pain. Paramedics arrived 5 minutes later, and gave me some oxygen for the pain. Didnt do jack.

It took fifty minutes for an ambulance to arrive, which was fair enough as its not like I was about to die. But the pain was excruciating. Even more so then when I burned my thigh skin off with boiling water two years ago when my ex gf ran into the instant noodles I was making for her. When the medics finally arrived they gave me morphine straight away so that I was sedated enough to stand.

To cut a long story short it was two and a half hours before a doctor finally popped it back in (lots of drugs, more morphine and several x rays after). The moment my shoulder went back in my socket I almost jizzed with relief. A shoulder dislocation is a relatively minor injury but very f***king painful. No more training for a few weeks – and it was all going so well. *sadface*

That was the first time I’ve taken morphine – totally overrated – it did virtually nothing to ease the pain.

The gym box staff were extremely caring throughout… kudos to them… my gym never ceases to impress me. Big thank you to my family for coming to pick me up, and also to Paul and Max who came to visit me after to make sure they finished the job. And again, what a relief that the NHS, who definitely are not overrated, are there to take care of us when we need them. I won’t be whining about paying taxes for a while…

Back to work tomorrow!

Phone snatched again…!

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y a group of about 9 youths around the McDonalds near Leicester Square. I stared at them for a few seconds and they all started shouting at me to “back the f*** off”. They ran off, and one minute later I phoned 999 – police arrived on the scene within 90 seconds and we did a drive around for half an hour to try look for them. We had no luck, sadly. Tonight I got a call from a Detective Constable who is trawling through CCTV footage to get them… on a Sunday. This is the second time in two years that this has happened to me (and the second time police have shown that they do try quite hard even for such petty incidents), and though I often whine about paying 40% taxes, there is some comfort in knowing that we have one of the most effective policing institutions in the world looking out for us every day.