to celebrate finding our perfect bridesmaid dresses at twobirds we made our way to lunch at the shed in notting hill. there are two things to know about the restaurant. firstly, space is a premium at the shed but then, the clue is in the name really, secondly, the food is so worth the squeeze.
after a number of high profile reviews the restaurant was extremely busy and arriving early we were told our table wasn’t quite ready. we had a drink at the bar and celebrated our successful shopping trip with a bottle of sparkling english wine. i have indulged bubbles for much less – this was very well-deserved.
after a game of musical chairs (we were seated then asked if we minded moving before another table became available which had slightly more room) we settled in and got down to business looking at the menu. as well as three dishes for brunch, the plates are dividing into slow and fast cooking. it’s not tapas but each portion is a starter size and we were advised to get two per person.
the food more than makes up for the lack of space, and by lack of space i mean you will in all probability be sat with your back flush to the person behind you, but that pales into significance when you sample the food. it really is incredible.
we feasted on lamb chips with harissa, thick rectangles of succulent meat shredded and deep fried. do get these if you go they were not what we expected but were bursting with flavour. the rainbow trout was equally delicious, light and seasoned to perfection with roasted potatoes boasting a smokey quality. it took serious restraint on our part not to lick the plates clean.
the goats cheese was presented drizzled in oil and sprinkled with hazelnuts. yummy.
we also had pigeon, tender, juicy and pink in the middle, roasted vegetables, swimming in oil and sprinkled with herbs, and the venison, which came in melt-in-your-mouth sized slices with carrot crisps perched on top.
we didn’t have room for pudding, there was wedding cake to be tasted back at home, but i did see another table ordering the rhubarb jelly crumble ice cream and it looked divine.
the only downside for me was the lack of space – one waiter, a young lad that reminded me of bambi, he was all legs, managed to launch a bread basket into my face as he rushed past me – he apologised profusely and said he was still growing.
the shed is run by brothers oliver and richard gladwin, one greets you at the bar while the other pops his head out from the kitchen every now and then. i loved the ramshackle feel to the place, tractor parts are nailed to the walls, seats are mismatched and walking through the door is like climbing through the wardrobe to narnia, except you arrive into the country, a welcome haven from the hustle and bustle of london.