After a brief and horrid adventure into the Natural History Museum on a Sunday (full of chav breeders and their unsupervised shrieking replicants – hint: it’s not a wrestling creche, it’s a place to go where you learn things), I fled and found Daquise, a Polish restaurant in South Kensington. I quickly ordered some familiar sounding food (from visits to Court Jester and Borsch, Vodka and Tears) and a glass of what turned out to be an excellent house red – a French grenache syrah.
From the top down: Ukrainian soup with sour cream (like borsch, but with vegetables and white beans), mixed meat plate containing bigos, potato pancake, pork stuffed cabbage and pierogi, and a liquor coffee (with honey vodka).
It was a late lunch and the restaurant was barely half full. Thankfully, the only conversation within earshot was coming from a nearby table where three gay men discussed the hundreds of pounds they had spent on vodka in Soho the night before and whether the long slender pieces of what appeared to be chicken kiev on their plates looked like cock. Ah, sensible adult conversation!
Daquise has received mixed reviews, but it has been serving Polish food in London since 1947 so I think they know what they are doing. I was extremely satisfied with my meal, some alcohol and the calm atmosphere. For more reviews see: