Union Street Cafe, 47-51 Great Suffolk
Street, London SE1 0BS
09/11/2013
She said: Despite the ridiculous hype
around ‘that’ footballer and billions of people trying to get a booking we had
no trouble getting a table on the day at Ramsay’s latest offering. Union Street
Café sits a short walk from Southwark station, occupying a corner with, yes,
Union Street. I was immediately pleased with the lovely warm room which
contrasted with the cold, wet outside – especially given the industrial-chic
interior. We were warmly greeted and shown to our table with comfortable,
rounded leather chairs. The room felt intimate yet open, with lots of dark
wood, pop sculptures and a smart bar. The semi-open kitchen was on a platform
up a few stairs where additional dining tables were available. I think I liked
the fact that Union Street Café hadn’t tried to ram in as many tables as
possible and the dining room felt very well spaced out without feeling empty. I
say ‘think’ because it is unusual for business to not try to maximise capacity
without some impact on pricing. The menu was presented in pretty printed
calligraphy which I found illegible so had to ask the waiter to read and
interpret but found him incomprehensible, though I must say service was
friendly and attentive. I managed to order a starter of artichoke, olive and
pecorino which was subtle but a good intro and finished with a perfectly delicious
ravioli with ricotta, rainbow chard and walnuts. I had read complaints about
portions being small but they were the right size for me and I was glad I
ordered the ‘main’ ravioli size which was a real highlight for me. At just
under £30 per head I enjoyed Union Street Café and it’s a great new addition to
the constantly transforming Southwark area.
He said: You see where it is on the map,
and hear the name Union Street Café, and you’ll be forgiven for thinking that
you’re going to that greasy spoon from The Apprentice, where all the losers go
to recriminate over Styrofoam cups of builder’s tea. But no, this is a Ramsey
joint! And a very good one at that. Potty Mouth did a great job matching his
brand to the area, which is more murder alley than Mayfair. The designer
somehow managed to deliver a posh urban dining room, and Gordon cleverly
settled on an Italian menu: the most democratic of cuisines that you can also
charge a packet for; everybody knows they like Italian, even if, like me, they
have no clue what Ovuli Crudi or Guazzetto might be (I liked both). And because
Il Duce is behind it, everything works smooth as silk. My only gripe is that
the portions are small for Italian, a cuisine famed for generosity, and the
prices on the high side. It all feels a little bit greedy given the postcode.
But I suppose that is Union Street’s unique proposition: there are not many
upscale eateries so close to Tate Modern (millions of visitors a year), and
Ramsey just plugged that gap. If you’re not hungry, there’s a very good
basement bar.
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