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[asimplegeekylife]

Hanging out with the colleagues from another team, one's a #Brixton local... And it seems she likes this place #TheRumKitchen on #ColdharbourLane... So many eateries there! 😅 Tried out the #Rotipizza. Should have had half instead of a whole, so filling but messy to eat too. 😆😆😆 Also had the #mocharefashioned... Reminded me of Irish coffee. 🙃 (at The Rum Kitchen)

[harrietrosejohn-blog]

Catch up with babies before my 2017 adventure starts in NY!

[cristalhills]

Nice one Josephine (@joannakaylen ) #polaroid #lols #payday #lunch #therumkitchen #carnaby #london (at The Rum Kitchen)

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@TheRumKitchen #TheRumKitchen #Rudeboy #Cocktail #Foursquare #Rum (at Rum Kitchen Kingly Court)

[richardsonrants]

Richardson Reviews: Wolfe, Notting Hill.

Wolfe doesn’t have a cloakroom or even a coat stand to speak of so you have to hang your coat over the back of your seat like Cavemen probably had to. I know. 

Oh well, apart from the prehistoric lack of places to hang your jacket, it’s not bad inside. Homely. Rustic, even, with the walls decorated with aged maps and pictures, full of wooden chairs and so on like someones wood cabin retreat (though the ancient looking wall hangings lend it a bit of a Bates Motel vibe.).

But who cares about how it looks? You don’t go to a restaurant based on its appearance, unless you’re the type of person who waltzes into Chiltern Firehouse genuinely caring about how nice the fanlights are. So, with that in mind, here’s the low down on the food.

My starter, duck with a hazelnut purée was immense, invoking a similar feeling to the one David Beckham must get every time he looks in a mirror. If I went back I’d try and order it as a main instead, it was that good.  The lack of coat hooks now were now but a distant memory, almost as if they didn’t even matter.

For the main, I went with the Hake accompanied by Pak Choi and Petit Pois. It was a delicious, if understated, dish served in a deep bowl full of a light, buttery sauce. I suppose it could have done with a bit more punch to it but I still wanted to pick the bowl up and pour the remaining sauce into my mouth when I finished.

But as that is quite uncouth it would have meant killing any witnesses and there were at least 8 other people in the restaurant. Bit OTT for a Tuesday evening.

Incidentally, on brief tasting, the butternut squash ravioli was pretty epic, too.

So, after two spectacular goals, I was looking forward to the hat-rick with desert until the waiter told me that as someone (who has presumably since been killed), had left the Fridge off overnight, spoiling the ingredients, there was no dessert.

I’m not making this up, it actually happened.

There was a slight pause where I half expected a resurrected Jeremy Beadle to jump out with a camera crew and admit the whole thing was a joke but no. There really was nothing.

Nothing.

It was - metaphorically - like when you’ve been chatting to someone you really fancy at a club, spending the whole night talking to them and right at the end, as you go “let’s go out sometime, what’s your numb..” They go “ah…sorry, I’ve got a boyfriend” and walk off, leaving you wishing you hadn’t been so insistent about buying all the drinks.

Then, downbeat, you end up order your Uber home for one where, inevitability, you flip open your laptop and load up your favourite ‘specialist’ website…I mean, I imagine that’s what it feels like, anyway.

Still, there was some comfort to be had.

Rather than heading home for some 'me’ time, I went 2 minutes down the road to The Rum Kitchen where the very metaphorical ‘specialist’ website was replaced by very real and very good rum infused Banana Fritters.

Pure filth and I didn’t feel guilty. Not even as I was wiping my hands clean afterwards.

Anyway, as for Wolfe, the menu changes each day so if you go I don’t know what you’d get (who knows… they might still have some of the remains of the person who left the fridge off crafted into some kind of pâté), but based on my experience, I think it would be worth going along to find out.