Some friends suggested we pay a visit here for brunch and not really being a believer of those faddy in-between meals, I was a bit reluctant. I mean, really? Have breakfast or lunch, why do you need something else? Greedy. But the Elk in the Woods changed my mind. Be still my groaning stomach!
We got here just after 11 and luckily my friend had made a reservation or, and there's no doubt about it, we would have been hunting for somewhere else to eat. This place gets busy, and for good reason.
We were seated in a nice big oak table by the window where we could watch the world go by and surreptitiously check out the shop windows opposite and already, we felt like we were in for a good time.
As we were there for brunch, it made obvious sense to order the complete full English. Fried eggs, bacon, baked beans, pork and apple sausages, tomatoes and two slices of toast, both white and bread. You get the full shebang here. They even do a veggie option, which left my mate feeling pretty pleased with herself as she's usually resigned to eggs on toasts.
Everything was good. I mean, everything. The toast was crunchy and came with butter on the side, so if you're like me and like your butter unmelted on the bread, you're in heaven. The sausages were plump, juicy and perfectly cooked, the bacon was well done but not crispy, English style and the eggs had runny yolks. Hallelujah! Brunch, I'm a convert. Never will I forsake you again on a weekend.
We ordered a breakfast tea to go with our meals too, expecting a nice mug of tea. But what we got was so much better. A full tray, complete with milk jug, teapot and little white china teacup and saucer, with brown sugar on the table to taste. So what was initially one cup of tea ended up being three once you'd finished off the teapot and excellent value for money.
For what you get, the whole thing is cheap at half the price and the atmosphere just adds to it. It's called Elk in the Woods and you really do feel like you're nestled in a little log cabin in the mountains, only you're watching people in fur coats wander past instead of the animal.
The only thing stopping it from being a five star review is the space you get. There was another table wedged in next to us and so at times, it felt like I was eating with other people instead of my friends and getting in and out around the standing light was tricky. But that's a minor issue in what was otherwise the perfect start to any day.
I found Camden Passage by accident. Strolled a bit before deciding on this place. Honestly, it was a toss up between the venison and the lamb burger. I made the right choice.
The service was fine, friendly, I don't know what other yelpers are expecting.
The food was reasonably priced. Tasty. Fine. If I was in the alley and hungry, I would go back.
What a breakfast! I came here with some friends and had the bacon, apple sausage, eggs and toast... It was second to none. From the moment it arrives your mouth is watering. The plate looks pretty heaped and you dive in for the first bite.
My main concern was that it wouldn't live up to what it promised, I had no need to worry. It was all cooked to perfection and tasted Devine. You have to book a table and I can see why! My advice to you, choose a weekend (you'll want time to enjoy this) and book a table. It'll be the best breakfast decision you've ever made.
Coming to Camden passage is like finding a hidden gem in Angel. Lot's of cool shops and restaurants that line the little alleyway. I've been to this place for coffee in the afternoon and cocktails in the evening. In the summer I really enjoy their outdoor seating and when it's cooler the interior is very nice... it's like sitting inside a romantic wooden cabin. Their coffee is renowned and very strong, and their cocktails are extremely delicious, would definitely recommend this place for a chill experience.
Cosy, wooden and all kind of natural vibe welcoming atmosphere with traditional mastered classics in modern coat. Portions just big enough.
Love love love! Place smelling of essential oils.
Super nice staff!
Throughly disappointing. I went for a brunch/lunch on Sunday with a friend as it looked pretty nice as we walked by. The menu looked reasonable and the decor seemed token edgy...
It wasn't the busiest day, and around half the tables were full, so there should have been no reason for the waiting staff to ignore us as we entered, then once we got seated (we had to ask for the menu), and then continuously throughout the rest of our meal there. I would describe the attitude of the waiting staff as downright rude. They made no effort to smile, be remotely hospitable, or even make small talk. During serving the meal plates were placed loudly and brutally upon the table with no apology.
I ordered a cappuccino and a lamb ciabatta, whilst my friend ordered the cooked breakfast and an iced coffee. Her breakfast arrived with no mushrooms and we had to ask for them to be brought along... The lamb was pretty good, a little greasy, but a reasonable size portion. The coffee was distinctly average, probably a nice roast, but poorly extracted and overall just a bit boring.
I think if the waiting staff could seriously cheer up, and the barista be trained a little better then the place might be worth visiting again. Until then, I would avoid.
I'm quite a social person. Or, as others would put it, I can talk the hind leg off a donkey and have full-length conversations in my sleep because there aren't enough hours in the day to get out everything I need to say whilst conscious.
Sometimes, though, all that communication gets a bit tiring. Perhaps as a result, one of my favourite rainy-day activities is taking up residence in the corner of an obscure coffee shop, reading a novel, observing my fellow humans, and whiling away the hours of my life in peaceful, solitary splendour. It's not a waste of time. It's a cracking good afternoon.
So, blessed as I was with an unexpected extra week of holiday post New Year (I heart the workshy film industry), I mosied on down to Camden Passage Antiques Market with my few remaining Christmas pennies burning a hole in my back pocket. Most of the shops were closed, and it was a bit drizzly, but time was my friend so I decided to indulge myself. The Breakfast Club had a queue into the street and the waitress in Zucono wouldn't acknowledge my presence, but Elk In The Woods promised warmth (both physical and emotional) and available seats.
I had only intended to get a drink but when there's game pâté, spiced pineapple chutney and crumbled black pudding on offer for a mere £4, who am I to argue? It arrived on a wooden board, all three components generously portioned along with four slices of lightly toasted brown bread and a pot of butter. I couldn't believe my tastebuds, eyes or purse; it was incredibly delicious, plentiful and cheap. I sank into a weathered leather armchair, read the Independent and dragged out the pâté pleasure for almost two hours, to the disapproval of prospective patrons who stared enviously at me sitting in state: prime location, minimum spend. Winner!
Unfortunately the coffee was nasty. There were horrible sour undertones, but I'm not confident enough in my knowledge of java to complain, so I didn't. I don't know if the milk was off or I'm simply a heathen but I actually found it difficult to drink. I hope I was simply unlucky; I would have said something, but I was distracted by the pâté. More fool me.
The decor is American hunting lodge which I would imagine is somewhat oppressive in the summer but on a wet January day was phenomenally cosy. The staff are laid-back and didn't once make me feel I should vacate my seat, despite the constant stream of customers and my dogged refusal to spend any more money. There are newspapers scattered around, the hearty rustic theme is constant throughout, and they had cool music playing. I don't find myself in Islington of an afternoon too often, but I'd most definitely return - either with someone else or solo. If they can fix the coffee, I may even award it full marks.
Already one of my favourite brunch places in London(Monmouth coffee +bloody marys+sausage, potato, pepper skillet), we decided to go here for dinner the other night. I ordered the lamb cutlets and my partner got the roast chicken.
The lamb was perfect - so yummy and accompanied by a great side of mash. The chicken, also delicious needs a little something extra on the side - so my partner, too ordered some lentil mashed potatoes. Next time may be wise to go with the mashed potatoes. We shared the apple crumble (very appley - don't go for this if you have a sweet tooth) and the popcorn icecream sandwiches (definitely too much for one person in sweetness) for dessert.
3 drinks (such 'em up lemon sherbert is a win!) + 2 dinners + 1 side + 2 desserts for 70 quid. We've definitely paid more for worse food. Would definitely recommend booking ahead- we got lucky as we had an early dinner on a Friday night (6pm) but found people coming in 15 minutes later than us turned away for later reservations.
Ice cream sandwich and a trio of chocolate treats on the same desert menu!? It maybe heavenly food but its a hellish choice! It'll have to be both ;)
Any place in London that unabashedly rocks Northwest hunting lodge decor is a big win in my book. Add piles of steaming hot meat and a stiff cocktail and I'm home again.
Entranced by the rustic wooden floors, low ornate chairs and an iron fireplace adorned with antlers, it was truly the mounted elk head that completed the ski lodge look. The venue was like a veritable gumtree advert for a sketchy fixer-upper flat, or perhaps hot date with Leon Phelps.
We skipped the spendy items and nibbled on pita bread, hummus and veggies. The cocktails were a bit pricy, but they were stiff and inventive, so that seemed to quell all previous clamouring.
And despite other reviews, when we were there the place was empty! I guess 5:45 on a Monday evening is the secret to avoiding the suits. (You'd think that mounted antlers would do the trick...)
This is my 2nd time giving this place a try; for some reason, my wife likes this place... I guess it's because for dinner, this place has some interesting looking vegetarian options. We came here for brunch today... as the queues for the Breakfast Club next door where too long, despite it being only 10am on a Sunday. Decidedly, Angel is becoming way too popular in the morning; I think the Hoxton TBC is very quiet at the same time on a Sunday ;). Anyway, this review is about the Elk, and not TBC.
Service was mostly grumpy... guys, I realise it's 10am on a Sunday morning, but how about a smile, and a bit less arrogance and apathy? I appreciate the fact that you were able to seat us (by the skin of our teeth)... but telling us we have 30 minutes to order and eat is a bit stressful... and highly dependent on your ability to serve us with enough margin to actually not 'wolf down' our food. Even more frustrating when there are 3-4 visibly empty tables as you look at us dead pan and say 'we're fully booked'. Anyway, still happy you were able to sort us out. But, seriously, would it kill you to give us a smile when taking our order to serving food; I felt like I was seriously disturbing you when requesting service. Not good.
Final note on service... we're in Islington; you should seriously be stocking diary free milk... whether soy, rice or anything else... but not giving an option to lactose intolerant folks or vegans is not cool. Wasn't expecting this, especially in Camden passage of all places.
Ok, your lattes are pretty good, perfectly balanced, tasty, and rich and creamy. Loved them. However, your americano tasted like sock juice. Please review the method and procedure for making those, as I'm pretty sure a cup of Nescoffee would kick its ass. The pancake with poached pear, although tasty, was a super meagre portion... requiring me to order another 'small dish' to compensate. BTW, that creamy corn is delicious, but make sure the Halloumi cheese is actually grilled?? Finally, when someone orders freshly pressed juice... please don't fill it up with ice, or at least ask?? There's nothing worse that freshly pressed juice that's been diluted by melting cubes of water. Not cool. Thanks for removing them upon request though. You chicken bacon sandwich was pretty good, by the way ;).
Love the wood, love the wall paper in the back room, love the lighting and the tables (despite that they are what I call knee busters... you know what I mean, right?). I could definitely do without the skulls on the wall... a bit of an appetite buster if you ask me, but can you please revisit the music that's being played? Wasn't really what I'd call appropriate for the crowd, and/or the time of day.
Anyway, maybe I'm in a pissy mood today, but I'm thinking that some of the reviews here are a bit over-exuberant. Time for a level-set in my book. Elk in the Woods has a good menu, some of it is hit and miss, and the service can be iffy. Perhaps I've just been 'unlucky'. But I don't believe in luck, especially when it comes to food.
Since I've been in London the last few weeks, I've definitely noticed a few differences between the Brits and the Americans. They are amazing and often times, well, Americans are not :) But, the one difference that my flat mate and I can't seem to get through our thick American skulls is the proper use of the word, pants.
It means underwear or lame here and it means pants in America, but until coming here, I never realized how often I use the word pants in every day conversation and most notably in my wine describing prose. My usual order for red wine goes something like this, "Hello, I would like a full-bodied, spicy red wine that's like a really strong and delicious kick in the pants"
... You can imagine the strange looks I've received here describing wines like that.
Anyhoo, despite my American faux pas, I was served a definite kick in the pants wine here last night and it was gorgeous. Another thing that was quite gorgeous was our server. Ooooh yum.
As for the place, it was great. Definitely a very relaxed, laid back, homey vibe with wood panels, mirror collages and even an elk's head on the wall. This seemed kinda cruel to me as I am not really one for nailing dead animals to the walls and putting them opposite a wall of mirrors so they can look at themselves hung on the wall, but hey, to each their own, right?
Definitely give this place a go though. It's mellow, friendly and the drinks are tasty too.
Do you like gin?
Then here, come within...
The Elk In The Woods
Will show you the goods.
What an unlikely place to find some of London's tastiest gin cocktails, but I kid you not, you will not be disappointed here.
I wasn't even looking for such a potation, only somewhere in Angel that would serve me and another some food after 10pm on a school night that wasn't the 24 hour franchise-beginning-with-M down the road.
Not only did the kindly staff serve us up a delicious board of salads, dips and antipasti without fuss (although you could tell they were probably about to call it a night given the upturned chairs and under-table mopping already underway), they delivered us the mighty gin menu and my oh my.
We ordered a house-made sloe gin concoction, and a standard G+T, though there is nothing standard about having a beautiful crest of rosemary frozen into your piano key shaped ice cube, absolutely divine. An order of two, quickly turned into four and a quiet bite out in the neighbourhood quickly transformed the after-morning head into a dungeon of dehydration... all for a good cause.
One always finds the best things when not actively looking for them...
They have this amazing drink with coffee and alcohol that I cannot for the life of me recall the name of...but I do recall that the tall thin gentleman who prepared it said that he doubts it's made anywhere else!
The atmosphere: a bit cabin-like, with a wooden wall that has a deer head in the middle, a tile-lined wall behind the bar, and a pink-painted wall with tons of mirrors (and a staircase that leads downstairs in the corner. There is also a room behind the wooden wall that leads to more seating and a wooden room. There is also outdoor seating with cute blue and white checker-board tablecloths.
They serve an array of foods, and many eclectic options for you adventurous diners out there, as well as classic traditionals. I had the duck egg with asparagus and bread dippers. I was eyeing either the "chocolate fondant with mint ice cream" or the "popcorn ice cream sandwich with salted carmel"--Must return to try!!!
They have free wifi and the staff and atmosphere are quite friendly. I worked there for a few hours and ended up sharing a table with a few people who came (granted, was a big table), ordered, dined, and left. It wasn't at all uncomfortable though, as the atmosphere was quite laid back and they just dined/chatted while I worked.
A very nice place to work, with good food, good drinks, nice atmosphere, accepts credit cards, and offers free wifi! I will definitely be returning.
Two words: marinated parmesan. No idea what they marinate it in, but it's easily the best lump of cheese I've ever eaten. They have also, really rather surprisingly, served me one of the best steaks I've ever eaten. Twice.
I've been here a couple of times with groups (after events at the BDC) and no-one has had a bad word to say about the food. They have some interesting options eg. a big pile of Danish (I think) stuff. Also Camden Passage rocks as it feels like you're in Olde London (sans raw sewage in street) when you roll out drunken! Um, I think that's just me.
I'm not actually a fan of animal skeleton parts being stuck on the wall, but it beats having a live elk wandering around. The prime problem with this place is it's just too damn small - I'd love to go for a drink at the bar here, but it's almost impossible most days.
If you can get a table though - the atmosphere is great (chilled out, no posers) just for a drink, but I'll always cave in and get the parmesan. And maybe a steak.
Not a fan of the lentil mash but quite enjoyed the chicken and bacon sandwich. The decor was a hit with the design snob among us (it's a Freeman's sort of aesthetic to draw a New York comparison.)
A solid stop after cocktails at nearby 69 Colebrooke Row.
What interesting decor!
I asked my friends to take me for a big English Breakfast and we stopped in here. I couldn't decide between eggs and sausage or the awesome sounding pancakes with pears, apples and whipped cream. So my friend and I ordered one of each and split. The pancakes were divine, my plate of of eggs and sausage was on the heavy side. But don't worry, I managed just fine. I also tried this orange juice and ginger beer fizzy concoction. I would have liked a bit more fizz and a stronger ginger taste, but it was alright.
I'll say that for the amount of food we got, the prices were just right and I'd probably stop in again if I had the time.
OK, let me start with my skepticism surrounding their weekend morning/afternoon seating routine. They seem to have "reserved" signs on every table, yet everyone seems to get seated that walks in the door, and everyone gets a similar story of "well, we can seat you but we need this table back for a reservation by X:00 pm, is that a problem?" No, of course it isn't because rarely will it take someone more than an hour and 15 min to eat breakfast, but personally, I think it's their way of keeping the turnover high so they don't actually have to tell people to leave instead of sitting and drinking coffee... and to their credit, it is a busy area on the weekends, but it all just seemed a little odd how everything is marked reserved and everyone gets the same story...
I know right, shut up and move on with it!
So that aside, the food wasn't over the top mind blowing, but it was very good indeed. A little on the pricey end for breakfast and lunch sandwiches, and at £2 for every beverage (Coke, coffee, anything really), I was left to wonder if I was paying for some kind of atmosphere that would make it more worth it. The elk on the wall, the tables covered with reserved signs, the servers telling you to leave in an hour (although all very nice, if any of you are reading this, you're all very lovely and good workers.) kind of left me feeling like I maybe missed something in the atmosphere that would have made it cozier.
The lodge-feel is warm and inviting, but I've yet to be able to experience it for longer than an hour, which seems to contradict the whole point of a lazy Sunday in Angel. The food is redeeming though, I've done breakfast and lunch and would go back, though truthfully, only if the queue at the Breakfast Club is too long to wait through...which has really been the only reason why I've been to the Elk at any occasion...
I always thought of this place as a gastropub but now having actually eaten here I realise it takes it's food far more seriously than it's drinks. It doesn't even feel like a pub, more like a trendy coffee shop serving meals which are tasty and filling if on the pricey side (£10 for a veal sandwich).
Not to say that their drinks are not done well, they have a well stocked bar and I didn't indulge in any lunchtime drinking, but everyone in here had a menu in hand and nobody seemed to be sitting here solely indulging in alcoholic beverages.
They get an extra star for being one of few places that were open Christmas week (we walked from Hoxton to Farringdon to Exmouth market to here searching).
Oh my god, glorious.
A friend of mine took me here for a quick dinner before a gig the other night, and it was the best decision we'd made all day. She raved about their food to me and they did not disappoint.
I had the frikadeller, which is roast pork belly and pork meatballs with apple sauce, potato salad and pickles and a shot of gammel dansk on the side. I'm not a pork fan but it was seriously incredible. The pork belly was perfectly cooked, tender with a crispy crust, and it meshed beautifully with the apple sauce. The meatballs were lovely and stodgy and the potato salad was a decent supporting side in its own right. The portion size was just right, I got 2 cuts of pork belly, about five meatballs and a solid helping of potato salad. I didn't feel bloated or overfull after eating even with a beer on top.
My friend had the guinea fowl, pork and cider stew with maple syrup carrots which I naturally had to try and it was also beautiful. Every flavour asserted itself but none overrode the other. So lovely. We both had a pint of Chapel Down's Curious Brew with our meals which was a perfect accompaniment. It's hearty beer food without the regretful sluggishness afterward.
For dessert I had the ice cream sandwich with salted caramel popcorn and my friend had the raspberry creme brulee. I'm normally a die-hard creme brulee fan but I had to try the mysterious popcorn ice cream dessert. I wasn't disappointed there, either. It was a simple sandwich of vanilla ice cream between two toasted slices of brioche, which doesn't sound particularly impressive, but it was so good. The popcorn was a fun accompaniment. The creme brulee was also beautiful and the raspberries were a nice addition (I don't normally like anything extra in my creme brulee, I'm a purist, but I have to admit this worked well).
Seriously, go. You will not regret. But if you plan to visit in the evening you're probably better off making some kind of reservation or stopping by the restaurant earlier in the day, because they fill up quickly and I noticed them having to turn away a lot of people even on a mere Tuesday night. When my friend and I arrived we were told we could either share a table with two other people or sit on the big fur-covered couches by the fireplace, so we opted for the latter. It was a bit awkward but probably added to the experience considering the Scandinavian log cabin decor they have going on. The fur gets all over you but it's easy to shake off afterwards. I can't say it ruined my experience. Food so good I wanted to weep. Real talk.
I feel it's only fair to review this place now I have actually been there, rather than just popping in to use their loos. And thank you Elk in the woods, thank you for the times I have been caught short and your outstandingly attractive staff have let me in to use your facilities.
Okay so we go for lunch, and the menu is mouth watering, as is the strapping young chap who jumped up on the table next to us in an oh so casual fashion. Really, it's a nice bum but do you have to pop it on the table that we're eating off? Right so I ordered a cooked breakfast (to keep my energy levels up in this cold weather of course) and it was pretty posh with free range and organic slapped over it but seriously, where was the brown sauce? Why was my bacon grilled? Where was the grease?
So I'm going to try this place again, maybe in the evening as their cocktails looked lovely and they definitely deserve more than just a toilet emergency title!
Wandered past this place several times on sunny Saturdays and it's always packed and lively. Hard to get a table. So one weekday lunchtime we decided to try it.
Can't even remember what we ate, but I do remember it wasn't good. I also remember they served us bread, a few salty snarly bits of dough on a wooden board and charged us a lot for it and that we were very pissed about it. I won't be going again.
I ate so much meat, thanks to the whooping portion of pork I received, I felt decidedly like a happy Homer Simpson after a donut binge.
Elk in the Woods, is a special British bar/restaurant that serves up pricey but delectably excellent food that will leave you, full, satisfied and proud you made such a good choice for lunch.
The wood, simple interior, quick and unobtrusive service and excellent food quality, makes Elk in the Woods a win every time. If you are looking to impress, with all the glitz and glamour, this is a place you should bookmark for the near future.
The Elk in the Woods is a charming little restaurant slash bar located along Islington's quaint Camden Passage. I've only ever ordered a chicken ciabatta type thing for around £7 from The Elk which was ok, a little overpriced but the location more than makes up for it.
I would recommend The Elk in the Woods for an afternoon drink rather than a meal. The bloody Marys are particularly good and with its outdoor seating this is the perfect place to while away the afternoon or stop for a quick tipple while browsing the antique shops along Camden Passage.
Go-to lunch spot in Angel. Never disappoints. Perfect ambiance for a leisurely lunch, and once I live there, I imagine it will also do the trick for breakfast. Because I hear that visitors aren't allowed before noon; only locals. And probably visitors who act like locals would be OK, too. I just haven't had the nerve, so I'm waiting until I'm a genuine local for breakfast. Although it might be by invitation only, even for those who literally live local to The Elk in the Woods. We'll see.
The lamb burger is wonderful, and the sides/smalls have all been fab.
Monkey see, monkey eat.
The Elk in The Woods is a nice enough pub but I always get the feeling I don't really fit in to their preferred clientele. There are so many suits in here it feels like Foxton's estate agents down the road has just expanded in to these premises too. Unfortuately, the Elk in the Woods popularity with these specific patrons has allowed the owners to bump up their drinks prices and every time I've visited here I've found it more expensive than the last.
This is a real shame because this would be quite a nice place to visit. The trendy/wooden cabin decor that they've gone for in here is comfortable yet stylish and there are plenty of seats around to cosy up in to. Unfortunately, eaves drop in to any conversation and you'll find the discussion leaning to the expense of baby sitters and the downturn of the market economy. While I'm sure these are very interesting topics to some, I like my drinks with a little more variation.
All talk and no walk for me. The decor is indeed gorgeous, and the cocktails are decent. Some of the starters, the squid and the feta/bean mash, particularly, were good, but the mains were so very horribly disappointing. I chose the place and was embarrassed that the food was so bad. My friend and I ordered the duck confit which arrived at our table luke warm, as if it was sitting under heat lamps for 20 minutes before arriving on our table. The confit wasn't crispy at all. It was also terribly over cooked, and it was confit for goodness sake, which means you really have to neglect it to dry the duck out. Two others at the table ordered the frikadeller, which seemed like it could have ben promising. But it was not at all put together well. The potatoes were super dry and the pastry was apparently tasteless. One of my friends called it "bad, utterly bad" and ate only a few bites.
At a glance, the menu seems like it could be a good one, a real diversity of flavours. But they need to invest some money and research into hiring a good chef who can reliably deliver good food. I would go again, but only for the ambience, drinks, and starters. Or better yet, I'll skip it altogether and go eat at Ottolenghi up the road instead.
Before I first moved to London a few years back, I remember reading that if I ever went out drinking and eating in Angel Islington, I had better be prepared to discuss mortgages with stressed out thirty-somethings. Now stereotypes aren't fair and all, but when I think about that description, the Elk in the Woods always comes to mind.
Why? Well the place is always packed with that young-but-moneyed, smart-with-children well-connected type of media crowd that I associate with this Foxtons-beset area. As another reviewer mentioned, the decor too puts me off. Mounted elk heads and thick dark wallpaper must have looked very original a few years back, but now just look samey. The prices too might make you want to run to the bank for a mortgage.
As it is, if you can afford it, and assuming you have booked one of the three good tables a week or two in advance, the dinner menu is very good. I had roast poussins and my partner had lamb. Service was excellent too, friendly and flexible when we requested a move to another spot. There's just something about the place though...
Perhaps it's just me, but I often find that specific restaurants tend to be better suited to certain times of the year. Some you want to snuggle into and tuck into a warm chunky feast; others you want to feel cool and relaxed against that penetrating summer's heat (on the rare occasions we actually have that kind of weather). There are exceptions to this rule of course; The Elk in the Woods (The Elk) in Islingon being one of them.
Inside is well suited for the winter, with warming mahogany timbres and an amusing collection of antique mirrors; yet the large pained windows allow enough access to the outside world for a comfortable summer eat. The food here draws similar comparisons, a lot of the menu is centred around beautifully roasted and grilled meats that one would often associate with winter eating, but there with this comes a carefully charred quality that lends itself to notions of summertime barbeques.
When eating at The Elk round lunch time, I often opt for the chicken and bacon sandwich. It's a deceptively simple choice, mainly because the meat is cooked to the perfect balance of charred, succulence, and dare I say understanding, that is extremely rare find anywhere else. These people know their meat! Although I would have to say that you can definitely fault The Elk on their salads; what was once a delicate and minimal choosing of leafs and herbs often looses it's integrity by an abundance of oil.
Strangely, to eat here at lunch time is a rather decedent expense on your wallet, as some sandwich / salad meals can reach to just under £10, and the drinks (although exciting in the range of choice) are bloody expensive as well! However the dinner menu is comparatively not that expensive averaging at around £20 - £25 a head, although I must confess this doesn't include drinks.
So if you fancy a somewhat extravagant treat for lunch, or perhaps want to cosy up for dinner; I would highly recommend The Elk in the Woods.
The Elk in the Woods has become one of my go-to restaurants on my regular trips to London for work. It's one of the only places to get a proper Sunday brunch in this neighborhood, and the food is delicious. The ambiance is cosy, with rough-hewn wooden tables set closely together and a friendly wait staff.
My favorite dishes include the pancakes with baked pears, yogurt, & maple syrup (for breakfast) and the board featuring pea guacamole, beetroot & walnut dip, char-grilled corn, feta & roasted garlic with vine tomatoes, and babygem & chicory salad with baked pita bread. SO GOOD.
I like it here, but wish I'd had more chance to stick around and try some of their food! It looked yummy!
It's a strange little cafe bar kind of place. Not pubby enough to be in the gasto-pub ilk, but too 'fancy casual' to be a restaurant. Maybe fancy cafe describes it well.
We managed to bag a table by the window (everywhere else was reserved) which was great for people watching, but you suddenly realise that you're 'centre stage' and everyone walking by watches you as well! Very strange.
Still, we got here before it got busy which was great (if you're planning on coming for dinner, BOOK!) and the rose was lovely. Not cheap though. Two drinks - £8.50. Ouch. But, I'd come back if I wanted to have a nice lunch somewhere in the area. It's a bit better than your average though, so maybe it's worth saving for a special treat.
Although, someone should tell the shop over the passage that if the people don't shut the changing room curtains, the people in the cafe can inadvertently see them undress. Ooops.
We were somewhere around Islington on the edge of the Green when the hangover began to take hold. I remember saying something like 'I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should choose a place to eat. . .' And suddenly there was a terrible silence all around us and the sky was full of deer skulls, all staring at me with their cold, dead, eyeless sockets, as if to say 'We have seen eternity, and we can see your soul...' And a voice was screaming, 'Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?'
The breakfast was great, but feeling a little 'sensitive' after the night before, perhaps I shouldn't have chosen the table across from the wall of dead animal heads... I didn't really need a side order of existential crisis with my fry-up. Not that morning anyway.
Entering through what at first glance appears to be someone's front door you enter The Elk, one of the finest establishments in Angel. The decor is lush- love the deer's head on the wall, but miss the beautiful vintage ashtrays they had pre-smoking ban- and the drinks are great too, and although the cocktail list is pretty short the bar staff are happy to go off menu if you just ask. The food is pricey, but great quality; the menu changes every couple of months, but there are daily specials too which are consistently excellent. The full english breakfast is always a good choice, and the chips have always been excellent, a sure sign of a quality establishment. If I could afford it/wasn't away studying in Scotland most of the time I'd be here as often as possible.
GREAT date place by the way, because the atmosphere is really relaxed, the music isn't obnoxiously loud, the light is pretty dim which makes everyone look sexier, it's pretty cool so you'll seem like a hipster- what's not to love??
I needed a place to put a group of 15 Brits and Americans together for a meal after a long business day. Finding "Brit" places that do groups well within walking distance of a hotel is it's own challenge, and so I turned to Yelp to find an answer.
I found the Elk in the Woods reviewed, and took the gamble and made a reservation for 15. The restaurant handled it extraordinarily well, delivering GREAT food that everyone raved about, spot on service, and a great environment. They even have a table in the back that's the right size for a group like this.
Getting that many different palates to all say good things about the place was exceptional. Highly recommended.
I used to go here a lot when I lived in North London. The best time to go is for brunch on a weekend, start with a coffee, order your late breakfast, and then when you feel like you might want another coffee - order an espresso martini instead, they are made with coffee tequilla and are to die for.
The luches are good too, especially the sandwiches and platters. It's usually quite busy so its recommended to book before you go. I've kept the number in my phone just in case!
The Elk in the Woods is a very popular little restaurant / bar just off Upper Street in the lovely Camden Passage, huddled in between the antiques, books and vintage shops.
The food and wine are both consistently excellent; very well presented, hearty and delicious. The Elk attracts a sophisticated, but not snobby crowd - and as one reviewer said it is the perfect place for a date. You're bound to impress.
Pricey but for good reason, sometimes its worth shelling our a bit more when you know you will get good quality grub. If you find you have broken the bank then just head over to the Camden Arms for cheap beer!
Nice decor, but that is about it.
Food was dry bland, and not put together well. I got the meatballs which were just two dry balls on a wooden board. No sauce. ew.
The Waitress ignored our table (who were there for someone's birthday). We had to flag her down for everything!
The menu is very meaty and gamey with lots of potaetoes- if you like that sort of thing.
Would definitely NOT go back!
Fantastic menu, with a few unusual dishes to tickle the tastebuds. I had a delicious Rabbit with mushrooms and pancetta (actually, don't remember the pancetta now I think about it) with mash, and friend had venison burger (slightly stodgy).
Friendly service, cute decor. Went for early Sunday lunch and good job I booked, as people were being turned away.
A lovely quirky hideaway, with tasty, good-value, slightly unusual Danish food. Popular, so we looked through the window to see if anyone was paying up before we found the door.
The wood panelled walls give you the feeling that it's permanently cold outside but super-snug in here. The very friendly staff's descriptions of frikadeller as Danish pork meatballs didn't compare to the deliciousness of the two gigantic meatballs that arrived with scrumptous mash, two generous slices of doorstop-thick bacon, and unremarkable apple sauce. The shot of gammel dansk (a sort of caraway-tasting bitter Schnapps) that accompanied it had us both giddy with one whiff - an acquired taste that would perhaps be better placed in a Danish sauna but it was certainly memorable.
My friend's vegetarian platter of pea guacamole, beetroot & walnut dip, with various other bits and pieces (none of it quite the way you usually expect) was also delicious.
The only tiny tiny letdown was the slightly slow service from very busy staff... but their big smiles made up for it.
Was lucky enough to enjoy what was probably the best meal I've eaten since moving to London in September. Each member of our table of 6 was hugely satisifed by the standard of the food and general ambience of the restaurant. The staff were courteous attentive without being over bearing and the wine (some red) and beer (Theakstons) were also superb.
If you're going there between now and Christmas, you have to try the delicious, but overpriced, mulled-wine...
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