Sally Abé’s CV is a roll call of very serious kitchens: The Ledbury, The Harwood Arms, The Pem at Conrad London St James. Impressive, certainly, but largely in service of another’s house style, until now. Billed as a bistro, and conceived entirely in Abé’s own voice, Teal draws on oft-forgotten Victorian recipes and retro 80s dinner party cooking. Think vol-au-vents and devils on horseback (mercifully, no cheese and pineapple hedgehogs), reworked for the Hackney crowd.
Despite the pretty, dusky blue-green interiors, Teal takes its name from the Eurasian teal - the UK’s smallest wild duck. The comparison holds. Devised by Abé and her interior designer sister Alice Webster, the dining room is compact, seating just 25 guests across bentwood chairs and mustard-yellow banquettes. Shielded by mesh curtains and fitted with marble-topped tables and antique brass lamps, there’s a whiff of a French bistro, but make no mistake - Teal is British through and through.
Savouries - salty Victorian-era palate-cleansing bites - are well worth your undivided attention. Devils on horseback prove a brilliant call: crisp bacon wrapped around sweet prunes concealing an oozy pocket of chicken liver parfait; as is a brawn Scotch egg: rich yet bright, pepped up with a sharp, fruity Oxford sauce. Elsewhere, knife-and-fork bacon (an Abé signature) layers thick, unctuous cuts with blistered shards of streaky bacon. Lifted by pickled shimeji and soured cream, it’s a triumph.
Haunch of sika deer comes paired with a dense, savoury faggot spiked with salty bacon, plus a buttery celeriac, practically gilded in beer and maple. Joined by a spiky daub of pickled walnut puree for contrast, it’s Abé to a tee: clever, technically faultless, and the picture of comfort.
Already giddy with anticipation, a marmalade ice cream sandwich features fluffy parfait pressed between wafer-thin slices of crisp bread. Visually striking, it’s topped with thin-cut candied peel, pinning it safely on the right side of bittersweet. A trifle-like rhubarb jubilee highlights that same knack for balance: thick, panna cotta style creme Anglaise, tart poached rhubarb, bright rhubarb sorbet and a toothsome, caramelised tuile.
London’s stable of trend-chasing, live-fire copycats and small plates restaurants is a powerful, even invasive force. Outside of gastropubs, British cooking is liable to get lost. It may be small in scale, but Teal lands with real heft; Abé has authored something new, personal, and ever elegant – predictably, it’s a soaring success.