Thursday, 9 April 2009

Moro


I cannot think of a finer place to pull up a stool than Moro, in Exmouth Market. Sam and Sam Clark, and their earthy and exotic Moorish food, have drawn in regulars for over 10 years. Situated in the culinary hotbed that is Clerkenwell, its consistently beautiful food doesn't just satiate, it inspires.

Once you enter past the heavy crimson curtain, you are hit by the buzz (it's always crammed), and the fragrant wafts of freshly-baked bread from the wood-fired oven. Sit at the bare wooden tables for the a la carte dishes, or up at the bar, where I have sat many an evening catching up with a friend over tapas and a cool beer, or reading a book and enjoying a chilled glass of Manzanilla. The sourdough is delivered in generous warm hunks, just asking to be smothered with the smoky babaganoush and houmous. Tapas joints have been popping up all over London over the last decade, but - in my view - nothing beats Moro for its superior quality of ingredients, serious culinary innovation, and, above all, fantastic food.

Don't leave this place of pilgrimage without ordering the classic tortilla, manchego, piquillo peppers, and Jamon Iberico.

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