The Pachamama Group has cracked the formula for creating London’s most in-demand restaurants, and Lagana is no exception. Joining a star-studded portfolio that already includes Nina, Zephyr, and Bottarga, it brings the group’s trademark industrial-chic interiors to Shoreditch. Like the others, it’s deliberately rough around the edges, the opposite of London’s polished fine dining scene - and yet it works. On a Monday night, the place is packed - a feat most neighbours would envy.
What makes Lagana stand out is its childlike whimsy. Crayons are scattered across paper-covered tables, menus come cartoon-scribbled, and colourful, blocky artwork is taped to the mirror-lined walls. Even the bathroom signs feel like a riff on a Twister mat, with cocktails named just for their colour. It’s playful, unpretentious, and impossible not to get swept up in - no matter how questionable your artistic talents.
The menus here lean Greek, so what better place to start than with pittas? Still hot from the oven, they arrive charred and salty, drenched in oregano and oil. They’re best torn apart and dunked into a line-up of dips: a bright, creamy tzatziki that’s threaded with cucumber skins and smothered in dill oil, and a vibrant tarama - punched up with lemon to balance its briny hit.
Flatbreads, Lagana’s namesake, are also a must order. The soutzoukakia version is an instant classic. Richly spiced meatballs sit on a tomato-slicked base, finished with cooling yoghurt and a hefty dose of parmesan that’ll instantly make you regret offering to share. We continue the evening in a whirlwind of small plates. A colourful tomato salad, brings red, orange and green varieties tossed with capers, sun-dried rusks and plenty more oil, whilst perfectly tender chicken thighs lounge in a lemon oil. Everything is simple, unfussy, and done oh so well.
Dessert seals the deal - though we were already on board. A Basque cheesecake is blackened on top, indulgently creamy and practically collapsing under the weight of its salted caramel-infused gooeyness. A dollop of coffee-infused caramel acts as the perfect accompaniment, and we devour every bite.
It's perhaps not the spot for a first date - you'll be too busy scribbling on the tables and fighting over the last bite of flatbread – but come hungry and order all the dips.