Hereford Road

If imitation is the most acceptable part of worship, then Tom Pemberton must worship Fergus Henderson. He used to work with the great man, and it shows, with Fergus’s influence being felt across everything in Hereford Road. Well, almost everything: whilst all three outposts of the St John’s Empire are minimalist white-on-white, HR has gone for a splash of colour. Not much of course, but the banquettes along one wall are red, and the walls ivory, rather than just white.

Entry to the restaurant, which is just off Westbourne Grove, is alongside the open kitchen, where Tom and his crew do not so much seem to be slaving away, as enjoying themselves. A huge rib of beef sits resting. Pans are ready, the grill is fired up and the room is starting to fill. There are tables along this alleyway, but the main restaurant is at the end, sunken down a few steps, light playing on the walls from the circular skylight.

Being May it is cold and wet, so any thoughts of light dishes or wines are out the door. Looking at what others have said, I really must come back in the game season. Today, however, is a day for red wine and a slice of that rib of beef.

The service is the only thing that didn’t really quite work for me, a complaint that I have had before about St John’s. It isn’t rude, it’s just a bit slow; a bit too relaxed, with not enough attention for so many tables. Having got our order in (eighteen minute wait for the quail, we are told), we cracked open the wine list.

Like too few restaurants these days, the wine list is short and on the cheaper side. Nothing standout, no trophy wines, but some good regional French reds. Just what we were looking for: a cheeky shiraz/viognier to start, some serious Portuguese and a classic claret to round off. All in the twenties.

The menu is as you’d expect from Modern British; short on description, big on fresh, seasonal produce. Nettle soup, beetroot and asparagus on the starter list, guinea fowl, rabbit and lemon sole on the main. If you want sides, there are greens and boiled spuds.

We ended up starting with one of the lighter numbers, the sweetbreads with green beans and mint, which was superb: crunchy on the outside, soft and meting within. Asparagus too, with some slivers of what looked like parmesan, but turned out to be Coolea, an Irish cows milk cheese. Not as harsh as parmesan, and certainly as pleasant atop the grilled spears. And then that quail, simply roasted with some shaved radishes; eighteen minutes in preparation, several fewer in ingestion.

The mains too were fantastic: a seriously thick slab of pork belly, proper crackling, some sprouting broccoli and a dribble of cooking juice, and a thick slice of rib, red on the inside, with some root veg and horseradish cream. As a side, some greens.

I’m not usually a dessert kind of chap, preferring the tangy delights of a well stocked (and preferably smelly) cheese trolley, but the chocolate pave with honeycomb sounded too good to pass up. It was as good as it sounds; dark, dark chocolate, with light honeycomb crunches on top – a posh Crunchie bar.

I really have no desire to live in this part of town but, if I did, then this would be a most welcome local. Not fancy, not a destination restaurant, not a place for a first date, but a solid, reliable place, with good, honest cooking at really good prices. I wish they’d move near to where I live.

I have just enjoyed the Hereford Road ‘express lunch’. One course with a glass of wine to match (both change daily) bread and butter and a coffee for £9.50. Today it was cockles in leeks, thyme and cider – utterly delicious. Clearly none of the ingredients were very expensive but they were really well presented adn the wine was the perfect match to the sweetness of the cockles.
Ive read severeal reviews complaining about the service – it was fine. Not too intrusive, smiley and welcoming.
This is good quality food, linen napkin, decent wine – all for under a tenner (with service its actually £10.69) AND you are ina nd out of the restaurant within the hour.
I will be back, again and again

Situated in an old butcher’s shop near Notting Hill, Hereford Road’s simple and sparse interior allows the food do the talking with its seasonal British menu that relies on high quality ingredients. Similar to St John, where the chef trained, Hereford Road has a focus on offal, but it is also well known for its simple yet accomplished fish dishes.

Visited this Notting Hill-Billy ‘diamond’ against my better judgement having read the reviews and hoping to be proven wrong. Think again. The service seems jaunty enough at the start and promises good things but frankly the food – not helped by the open kitchen where you can visibly see the rather too hirsuite sous-chef dropping his sweat and hair onto your dinner – is terrible. We waited the best part of an hour, having passed on the starters due to the ambivalence of our adjoining tables, and awaited the mains of rack of lamb and pork belly. Sadly either would have been more at home in the confines of a public school dining room. If you are seeking finesse from this establishment, forget it – driving diners to the nearest fast-food burger bar is never a good policy for a local eatery but that is where Hereford Road leads.

The food at Hereford Road is not bad. Its not very good either. But unfortunately, the restaurant staff – and the “service” given by them – do not reach even those mediocre heights. Thankfully, it is pretty unusual these days (I have never otherwise experienced it in my 10 years of eating out in London) to receive throwback, 1970s style “what do you know, you are just the customer” care and attention – especially in a restaurant that has pretensions in the direction of the excellent St John's Bread and Wine and its peers.

After taking exception to being served with an anaemic and greasy pile of what appeared to be deep fried potato crisps with Pheasant (they were supposed to be fresh game chips) we told the waiting staff we were disappointed. Their response: “The Chef calls them Game Chips. So they are Game Chips”. No attempt to placate us, no dialogue. Just “take it or leave it”.

The French restaurant manager did an excellent job of guaranteeing that we left with an awful taste in our mouths, telling me “you talk too much” (i.e. how dare you complain); telling us that “you will pay the entire bill or there will be trouble” by agreeing that the more appropriate way of treating his customers in this situation might be to offer an apology or even a coffee on the house, but that “I am different” and “do not care what you think about the food”. In fact, the only helpful suggestion he had to offer was that “you need to find another restaurant”. Don't worry, we will. Any other restaurant, in fact.

If there is anyone out there planning to open a restaurant, pub, or any other establishment that relies on pleasing and impressing its customers, I suggest you pop along to Hereford Road for a cautionary lesson on how bad an experience it is possible to give your customers, if you really, really try.

Hereford Road deserves a prize for seating. They have created the most optimal type of seats for a given space that I think I have ever seen. You enter along a corridor of romantic two-seater banquettes where couples can eat in an almost side-by-side format. Then most of the restaurant is given over to generous six-seater booths which encourage conviviality and a good night out. The rest of the decor is modern, cool, but quite plain.

Service, wine and pricing were all excellent. We were amazed to get out at £45 a head after a three course meal with plenty of wine and bottled water.

My only disappointment was the food, which is the St John, grisly carnivore style. I’m sure it’s great for those who love it but I prefer my food to be refined and elegant and struggled to find anything I really wanted to eat. My razor clams and brill were well-executed and fine, but I longed for more dishes to choose from. My friends spent most of the night dismembering half a lamb in a soup with carrots which they loved, but left me cold and looked like something people ate in medieval times. A dessert of profiteroles was also quite hard.

Overall – a lovely space, great for couples or groups. Many will love the food, and I will be back, but wish I could have true modern continental sophisticated fare.

The Westbourne Grove area is awash with overpriced, average restaurants or the ubiquitous gastro-pub so it was a fabulous treat to have dinner at Hereford rd. Truly ambrosial food, very reasonable and a nice little romantic banquette, warmed by the heat and flavours from the open plan kitchen. A triumph.

We were pleasantly surprised by this new neighbour of ours, popping in for an unplanned dinner just after it opened. The food was excellent – honest, traditional, perfectly cooked – simply delicious. The open-plan kitchen made the whole experience a lot more personal and added buzz. The value for money is outstanding, given the high quality of food and wine and very reasonable prices. The only slight criticism, which may have been a teething problem, is that the floor staff seemed rushed, not entirely in control and not always that attentive. However, service was very friendly, which mostly made up for the occasional wait. I have tried to return to this little gem of a restaurant ever since, but its become so popular I have not been able to get a table!

We had the most delicious Sunday lunch this rainy and miserable afternoon. Starters of sautéed duck hearts with green beans, shallots, capers and tarragon was different; served medium rare, juicy and very flavoursome with a good balance of flavours and the fish soup, which was fresh and lively were both greatly liked. The main course, braised shoulder of roe deer with carrots for two to share was meltingly tender and enormous! The bread was freshly baked but lacked salt and there was good unsalted butter. We shared a bottle of Morgon 2006. The prices are very reasonable, the waiting staff charming and attentive. A great neighbourhood restaurant with a relaxed and welcoming atmosphere. We asked the waiter if he would receive the tip, sadly he declined to comment…