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| Truffle and charizo |
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| Truffle and charizo |
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| Grilled morels, Jersey Royal, Iberico guanciale, St Ewe’s egg yolk |
Wild Flower in London sits in that comfortable middle ground between ambition and restraint, the kind of place that clearly cares about food without trying to overwhelm you with theatrics. The menu leans Mediterranean, but not in a rigid or overly traditional way. Instead, it borrows ideas, flavours, and techniques from across the region and filters them through a modern London lens. You’ll see familiar ingredients like olive oil, citrus, herbs, charred vegetables, and grilled meats, but they’re handled with a light touch rather than a heavy hand. It feels thoughtful without being precious. The below captured my 5th visit.
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| Oyster and caviar |
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| Baked Rice, Wild Mushrooms, Cacklebean Egg Yolk |
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| Crab Rice, Pomelo |
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| Anchovies, crostini and butter |
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| Nanyang chicken rolls |
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| Lamb, soy and pear |
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| Confit duck leg, celeriac |
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| 140kg Spanish blue thin tuna |
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| King crab rice |
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| Celeriac, Royale Oscietra caviar, allium, hazelnut |
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| Ceylon King Crab Salad, Consommé, Apple |
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| Lobster, pumpkin, yuzu |
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| Puffed Pig’s Skin, Smoked Eel & Tarragon |
Camille sits just off the noise of London Bridge, close enough to feel the pulse of the area but tucked away enough to offer a sense of escape once you’re inside. The food at Camille is rooted firmly in French technique, but it isn’t trapped by it. The menu reads like it was written by someone who loves classic French cooking but lives firmly in modern London. Dishes feel familiar without being predictable, and there’s a quiet restraint at work that lets ingredients speak rather than drowning them in unnecessary flourish, such as tripe stew and shallot tart.
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| Dry aged Yellowfin tuna steak |
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| Yorkshire game and hazelnut terrine |
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| Sashmi of tuna, trout, sea bream and red mullet |
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| Pork Trotters, Beef Tongue, Tripe Terrine |
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| Red prawn carpaccio, stracciatella, pistachio |
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| Gambas Cristal, Fried Egg |
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| Gilda and fried chicken with caviar |
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| Sirloin tartare |
I am a super fan of Ibai, and I was lucky enough to have the chance to visit Cas Julian in the past. So when my No1 London restaurant is hosting a one-off special event to cook up a storm together with the team from Casa Julian, I booked without thinking. The occasion carried a simple promise: take a house known for absolute devotion to beef and let it exist, briefly, somewhere else, without dilution. Casa Julián arrived not as a brand but as a practice. The knives, the boards, the quiet confidence of the grill team told you immediately that this wasn’t a pop-up chasing novelty. It was a transplant. The first smells were smoke and fat, familiar to anyone who has stood near that grill in Tolosa, but slightly uncanny in a different setting.