‘A little knowledge is a dangerous thing’ a wise man once said, but an even wiser man; Einstein A, said there is no knowledge without experience. It is with this in mind that lauding praise upon the virtues of this fine establishment potentially provides the barrier to entry, should the foodie masses elect to descend upon Stoney Street and thus hamper the availability of tables, good for the restaurant bad for this diner. It would be terribly glib to say that there is nothing not to like about Elliot's cafe but that was certainly my impression on my recent early evening visit, then again I didn't have to take a comfort break, so the facilities could have been awful, but unlikely. All very open plan, exposed brickwork, a communal table, encourages an intimacy and a friendly atmosphere, aided by the confident and welcoming staff. The daily changing menu is sourced from the provender’s of Borough market, I am assured, and the limited but interesting wine list covers bold choices and crowd pleasers admirably. The waitress showed a deft touch in interpreting some of the less obvious choices on the menu and certainly steered my companion and I to choices befitting appetite and palate. I began with the Squid & Black Spelt; the squid grilled not fried and the spelt, blackened by the squid ink had the consistency of a light but rustic risotto; a superb pairing. My chum tucked into the Mussels, chilli and Iberian ham, to which he had offered me a sample and I foolishly replied with a request to be left one at the end. Now either deaf ears (conveniently) or the overwhelming enjoyment of the dish prevented me from sampling a mollusc but I was rest assured that the flavours were well matched and that it was a dish straight out of the toppest of drawers in the tallboy. For the main course we both opted for the Beef Wing-rib with beets and horseradish, accompanied (on recommendation) with a side order / starter of the Cauliflower Fondue, dill pickle and onions. The beef was pink, well… More