The Rum Kitchen

After hearing so many good reviews about the Rum Kitchen in Notting Hill, I thought I should go see what all the fuss was about.

To sum up the experience in one sentence:

I have already made my next reservation.

12 hours on and I'm getting taunting food flashbacks.

We started with a few cocktails, which ended in multiple cocktails. I kept going back for the Rubin Carter, a fruity punch which was way too delicious to be an alcoholic drink.

A Rubin Carter being quickly demolished

For starter I carefully selected the Saltfish Fritters. Being the food sheep that I am, I had to pick what everybody else had been raving about and now I can see why. I doused them with lime and refused to share. I can't tell you what the chilli jam was like, because I had finished the fritters before I even noticed it was on my plate. 

The salt fish fritters in all their glory

My chaperone attacking the salt 'n' chilli squid

Next I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life; I opted to share a main with one of my chaperones. The Spiced up Chicken Supreme. Huge tactical error as I spent the next five minute playing fork war, desperately trying to grab every mouthful, of what can only be described as the best chicken I have had in a while. I'd had one too many Rubin's to tell you what was on this plate, and frankly I was too in love to care, most of what I remember involved licking the plate clean (much to the horror of my fellow, more civilised diners).

The subject of my food flashbacks

Thank god the two idiots who opted to share a main (me being one of them) decided to order their own personal side of chicken wings. These were sticky and licky and everything fun that a chicken wing should be.

Chicken Wings

The place itself is very fun and bustly, I very much plan on being a regular and trying everything on the menu (with a 'side' of chicken supreme every time).

TAF