Brunswick House Café

Brunswick House Cafe interior 2

Romance isn’t dead at this restaurant, says Zoë Perrett – in fact, it’s a place guaranteed to make that loving feeling flourish

Don’t let Brunswick House Café’s unlikely, unwieldy location opposite Vauxhall Station deter you from visiting, because to enter the 1758 Georgian house is to enter another world.

You could walk directly into the bar and enjoy a pre-prandial Bittersea, but that would mean missing the myriad rooms housing architectural salvage company Lassco’s beautiful wares. Look, lust, linger. By the time you dine, you’ll have mentally spent your life savings several times over.

Whoever your companions, Jackson Boxer’s restaurant is never less than a pleasant prospect. But it’s also the finest place in the world to fall in love – so be warned, lest your guest fall for you along with the twinkly lights, cosy atmosphere, and higgledy piggledy French brasserie charm.

Brunswick House Andrew Clarke fish

There’s nothing higgledy piggledy about the food; or indeed the menus, which announce each dish in an almost monosyllabic meter. Andrew Clarke is a chef, a magpie, and a magician; plucking ingredients from hither and yon, pulling invisible threads which unite them in strange arrangements that make perfect sense in the eating.

Take ‘crab, chicory, fermented chilli, miyagawa’. Initially, I translate the latter ingredient (a Japanese citrus) as ‘angels’, because I feel as if those heavenly beings are dancing on my tongue. The seafood is sweet, the leaves are bitter, the chilli paste lends a bright bite, and the whole lot is brought together with a bang via an unannounced sprinkle of aptly-named Indian spice mix, gunpowder.

LB’s duck rillettes are declared another genius assembly: studded with black onion seeds, served with shards of toasted sourdough, crisp radishes in olive oil, and a prune mustard whose piquancy delivers a thrilling back-of-the-nose sting.

Brunswick House Cafe interior

Pumpkin agnolotti for me, Old Spot pork for him; although the lines are blurred because we’re one of those infuriating couples who sit bus stop-style and share particularly choice morsels. In this case, that’s everything. Pickled walnuts and watercress are a stellar supporting cast for the meat; pasta is silken, dressed with raisins, sprouting broccoli, pine nuts, and sharp pecorino.

Predictably delectable desserts are entirely unpredictable in their execution. Semi-frozen cubes of milk curd are artfully plated with granola, candied tarragon and frozen grapes; chocolate cremeaux features cardamom-spiked cream and a voluptuous stout syrup that renders the end of the evening all the more bittersweet.

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Where: 30 Wandsworth Road, London SW8 2LG
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