Don’t mention the “C” word, please!
I mean no “Chicken”, “Chips” or “Cider”. Hubbie & I dined at Tramshed on Rivington Street and were stuffed with roast chicken & chips up to our throats. On our way home, we kept on reminding each other, ‘Don’t mention the C-word!’
We arrived at the restaurant on foot at 13:00 sharp…
I remember that there used to be a large steel shutter in front of the building. The original electric generating station was so discreet that I didn’t realise it was there at all.
Now, the shed offered an airy multi-story dining space and artworks by Damian Hirst…
In the middle of the main dining space, Damien Hirst’s cow & chicken in formaldehyde was hoisted up…
How do the cow & chicken feel about us gorging ourselves with steak and roast chicken?
I felt a pang of guilt while being seated underneath the sculpture.
The main course was deadly simple – roast chicken or steak. We opted for sharing their barn-reared Indian Rock chicken with wild garlic sauce and chips.
For starter, we nibbled on Yorkshire pudding with whipped chicken liver…
Ahhhh, overly keen (& hungry) Hubbie snatched the Yorkshire pudding before I had a chance to take photos!
The whipped chicken liver was delicious. It was bursting with flavour without being too rich.
For drink, we tried Temperley’s Mulled Cider…
It was concocted from Burrow Hill cider, apple juice, Kingston Black aperitif, blackberries and spices.
I must say it was simply divine. We both agreed that we could drink it all afternoon!
Then, our plat de résistance, roast chicken with chips…
I don’t know why but the way it was presented – the chicken’s feet tied up, reminded me a painting by Francis Bacon. While we beheld this unusual sight, a waitress produced a large kitchen knife, with which she sliced off the chicken’s feet and then carved off legs for us…
A large spoon was stuck in the rear end of the chicken so we could dig out the stuffing from inside. The scene was how should I put it… rather brutal.
For side dish, we ordered sautéed Brussels sprout tops…
My plate before I commenced the assault…
By the end of the meal, I was utterly defeated by the volume of the serving. Hubbie struggled on a little longer but had to throw in the towel. The roast chicken with chips would certainly feed three adults, not two. For dessert, I am afraid to report that we didn’t sample any of it because we were too full. Therefore, we just settled the bill and left the restaurant.
I think the place will be a fun venue to dine before embarking on a night out in Shoreditch. Even though the restaurant is well-known for their carnivorous menu, they also offer a vegetarian & pescetarian menu too. So nobody will be disappointed or go hungry.
With our stomach stuffed more than full, we staggered out to Rivington Street…
Mirror-balls as a Christmas decoration. What a brilliant idea! Can we have a street party?
Then, we walked to our favourite bookshop, Artwords Bookshop…
I just love standing there turning pages forever…
They inspire me endlessly…
The wind was blowing relentlessly and kept the temperature low. However, because of it, the sky was largely cloudless…
I brought home a magazine “The Gourmand“…
But I am still too full to read it. For tonight’s supper, we are eating another “C-word” food. Guess what? It’s gonna be toasted crumpets & jam!!
A few more days to go through and it’s Christmas. How time flies…
This looks amazing! It would be like pay for us..and the kids go free! xxx
More than a few families with small kids were there when we visited. It was a really cool place to eat. I don’t think I want to see another roast chicken for a quite sometimes. I was utterly stuffed…🍗 xxx