You know you're in for something good from the moment you arrive, ducking from mundane Whitfield Street (humble Georgian mixed with brutalist cement) into an Aladdin's cave kitted out by a pack rat who has been seems to have been smuggling stuff out of the back attics at the British Museum. Swing a cat in here and you're likely to hit a Thai Buddha, an African tribal figure, a Moroccan rosewater dispenser, a few camel blankets, lanterns from Indian backstreets and a whole zoo of carved, glass-blown and sculpted animals spotted in the game reserve. The jumble is clearly put together with much thought, however. All of the cutlery and glassware on each table is purposely mismatched, actually making things look more lavish. Menus are treasure maps, rolled and placed in a wooden chest on the table, secured with a silk flower.
Frankly, you're in such an Indiana Jones mood by the time you settle in to peruse the menu that ordering fish or chicken seems like a waste. Though there's plenty of "normal" stuff on the menu. Sadly they were out of the crocodile starter. (I've had alligator, a tasty combo of chicken and lobster, thus was very disappointed not to get to try its cousin.) I opted instead for the ostrich. Rich and flavourful, with a depth of tastes so various it seemed more like sausage than lean meat. I could easily have asked for a triple portion and made that my main meal. But the delights of the curried kangaroo were ahead.
I can't say that the cute little marsupial tasted much different from slightly tough but tasty beef. However, the guy making the curries in the kitchen was clearly a master. The dish was all about the explosion of pungent, distinct spices in your mouth; the type of meat was incidental. It came with a stir fried pak choi and, to calm things down, a yogurt sauce resembling Greek tzatziki.
For dessert I went with a trio of chocolate. Sounds like standard fare, but the dark chocolate mousse was infused with lemon grass (a brilliant innovation I've never come across before) and the milk chocolate was, I think, prepared with basil. I'm not sure what enhanced the white chocolate, I can only tell you that it was the only one of which ... despite trying to stay within Weight Watchers allowances ... I couldn't bear to leave a bite behind.
For dessert I went with a trio of chocolate. Sounds like standard fare, but the dark chocolate mousse was infused with lemon grass (a brilliant innovation I've never come across before) and the milk chocolate was, I think, prepared with basil. I'm not sure what enhanced the white chocolate, I can only tell you that it was the only one of which ... despite trying to stay within Weight Watchers allowances ... I couldn't bear to leave a bite behind.
And the best thing about this place? Three courses for £25. Amazing. We booked the deal through toptable.co.uk, which is loaded with recession-busting deals at the moment. (Blog entry on that to come.) Archipelago was fabulous value for money, delicious food and huge fun.
Post Script: Archipelago must surely be the first restaurant covered on the blog that drew me back within two weeks. I dined there again on the 20th, this time opting for green curry seafood to start and a roast zebra for my main that tasted remarkably like veal. Another excellent meal. The only difference being the lack of three course deal on a weekend; add another £20 to the base bill.
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