Market Cafe: Broadway Market

After posting the recipe for Love Stew I got a veritable FLURRY of invites from gentleman asking to accompany me for an evening of fine dining and entertainment. One in particular warranted further investigation so I arranged a date at new hackney hotspot Market Café. 

At best I find a charming gentleman to put a stop to my relatives asking, ‘so when are you going to get a boyfriend?’ – at this juncture I should point out that I am not a sad Bridget Jones figure, nor do I wear enormous knickers or have a generally heinous appearance or temperament but my elder brother and cousin are both getting married in a matter of WEEKS (not to each other just similar time frames, I’m not from the Fens) so I’m next in line in their eyes! Anyway, I digress – at worst I have a yummy meal out.

Buzz had been growing around this place on the site of former canal-side brunch spot La Vie En Rose, run by Benugo founder Hugo Warner and cheffed (is that a word?) by John Adams, formerly of River Café, and some sneaky details (like ice cream and cocktails) made me quite curious.

First off, though I knew exactly where it was, it took an age to get there as I (foolishly) had to rely on public transport. This was pretty much the only flaw I found and really, as Kelly will point out, it’s my own darn fault for moving out of East London. Get prepared for some serious blogger love…you ready? OK!

First off – lighting – my bug bear in any venue: In the bar area it was dim and sultry but on the raised restaurant section it was a little lighter, but still moody. I.E. light enough that I could read the menu but dim enough that I looked all 70s soft focus gorgeous (also known as pore minimizing lighting).

Décor – wooden 50’s furniture with Kath Kidson style wallpaper. I sort of felt like I was in a farmers wife’s kitchen that had been given growth hormone but in a good way; what I’m trying to say is that it was intimate and familiar without being chintzy. I also loved that my chosen outfit very much co-ordinated with this vibe.

Drinks – TFL had also scuppered my date’s arrival so I calmed my nerves before his arrival with my signature drink; a gimlet (I don’t wear perfume – I’ve got to have a signature something). Now usually these are served in haughty high priced hotel bars but this was not only incredible tasting but also a bargain at £5. I’ve paid more for a beer in some places. HAPPY BLOODY CUSTOMER and I hadn’t even eaten yet. There was an extensive wine menu with an Italian focus which I will definitely delve into next time but I had started as I meant to go on – cocktails all the way.  

I had just ordered a Hendricks Sour when my date walked in and he ordered the same while he thought about what he actually wanted as he needed to catch up (good move). The head bartender, Ian, stopped by our table to help us navigate the small but delicious sounding menu and we shared a Hackney Cup, which was a bit like a Pimms crossed with a Negroni. We continued with an Espresso Martini, a Martinez and another Gimlet. All top notch.

F.Y.I. Ian is my new favourite person who makes me alcohol – a passionate Aussie who looks like he’s about to say “I’ve seen things, man…you just wouldn’t understand”. Clearly a good chap to have on a night out.

I also forgot to mention that the glassware is amazing too.

Now we get to the part you’ve been waiting for – food. We decided – OK I decided – to sample a lot of the small plates and share because if we hadn’t I’m convinced there would have been plate envy.

We had parmesan chunks (which I was hoping to be more than crumbled parmesan but be warned – it wasn’t) which had a wonderful flavour and went very well with the sprouting broccoli in some sort of brown delicious sauce; roll mops, because they’re ace and my companion hadn’t had them before – luckily they were deliciously sweet and sour with a little crunch of onion; truffled rarebit which was tangy cheese on simultaneously fluffy and crusty bread with that earthy truffle flavour peeking through at the finish; and a slice of pork pie with the freshest piccalilli I’ve ever had (though I I were to critique I’d say it could’ve packed a bit more punch for my taste).

We were stuffed but had to have dessert. I’d heard good things about the Almalfi lemon sorbet, which were all true. It was very crisp and smooth, a true palate cleanser, and so prettily presented that if I was born with any self-control I would’ve photographed it before tucking in. Handy hint: add an side of homemade Limoncello to your order as, for me, it took the sorbet to the next level. The experience was only marred by the fact that opposite was the most fantastic gingerbread ice-cream topped with little gingerbread crumbs and I had jealousy issues. I think this was the only portion of the evening that conversation didn’t flow easily – we were both too focused on our plates!

The only negative was that staff were a bit like buses – three in quick succession then none for ages – though I’m sure that was a first night bug and easily fixed. They more than made up for it by letting us and a few other groups sit and talk until past 1am when they ‘officially’ shut at midnight.

All in all the company and the food were both excellent and great value for money. I’d love to return and see how the atmosphere is in the bar section…but will I be tempted to give up the fabulous single life and go on date no# 2? Stay tuned on both counts, readers.

Katy