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.
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| 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.
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| The salt fish fritters in all their glory |
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| 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).
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| 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.
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| 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).
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