Latter-day Barbies and Kens will dig this hip-as-you-like Haggerston doll, where the atmosphere is anything but dead come the midnight hour (or 3am on weekends). Quirky post-punk decor, jolly staff and eclectic tunesmiths set the scene, while the current drinks list reads like the cast of Downton Abbey: order lady of the manor (a vodka, peach, apple and Prosecco twinkler) or have a fling with the butler (a Bourbon and bitter apricot jam flip). You can also dine on seasonal modern British food courtesy of Hertfordshire-based resident chefs The Foragers – think mussels with sorrel and hedge garlic or confit cuttlefish with pearl barley and fennel followed by wild hazelnut and hogweed rice pud. Meanwhile, popular Sunday roasts (four sittings from 2- 8pm) deliver the likes of pheasant with crabapple jelly and game jus or haunch of venison with horseradish, Brussels sprout tops and Yorkshire puds.
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Gingle lists everything :: Dead Dolls Club, 4th May
Finally got myself down to the Dead Dolls Club the other weekend, this venue that had reached magical, enormous proportions in my mind. I follow them on twitter, and the tweets about the food provided by The Foragers had filled my brain with images of an outside grotto with gnarly trees and fairy lights hanging from above adjoined to a warehousey/cafe in front where the drinking and perhaps dancing happened. It was nothing of the sort...
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TwelvePointFivePercent :: The Dead Dolls Club
And yet something grabbed me about the menu at The Dead Dolls Club, a cute little place in Haggerston (it's the new Dalston - possibly) where the food is provided by The Foragers, a collective who, their website says, 'believe in collecting, preserving, and rummaging through hedgerows like a child in a sweet shop, but respectfully and gratefully making something simply found into something spectacular'. Which sounded nice. So taking with me a young East London-dwelling trendy, Matt Bramford, so as not to feel too conspicuous in my late-thirties uncoolness, I went along to see if The Foragers could make me eat my ranty words. Food & drink at The Dead Dolls Club, Dalston by Matt Bramford I'll say this much for them: they're certainly turning out some bloody good food. The 'Grazing Menu' of small plates is concise at just seven dishes and three sides, and if what we ate wasn't quite 'spectacular' it was at least near impossible to fault...
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