Honey & Smoke

Honey and Smoke, Great Portland Street, London, W1W 5QW
I recently moved back to London after eleven years of living in New York City. Certainly, I found myself missing London itself: the Georgian homes choc-a-bloc next to glass-and-steel high-rises, or the way men in finance and banking pick eccentric colours to line their suits alongside matching ties and socks. Those two details are London through and through. What brought this city back to me like a thunderbolt are the restaurants I used to love and that I have found myself eating at eleven years later. Honey & Smoke is just such a spot. The spongey, sourdough bread dusted with sea salt and z’ataar. The puckeringly sour lebne with pickled chili peppers and other vegetables. It’s just these sorts of old favourites that make me believe in Proust. The taste of something delicious can transport you back to an old life and different time. For that I am deliciously thankful.