Roe - Review - Canary Wharf - London - The Infatuation
"Best-known for a foreboding sense of dystopia and legions of Charles Tyrwhitt shirts, Canary Wharf can also add some decent places to eat to its list of personality traits. British restaurant Roe is one of them. A sibling to Fallow, this airy waterside spot has all the makings of a Patrick Bateman hangout, had he ended up in Canary Wharf versus Wall Street. There are cavernous leather booths and hunks of meat, and from behind the kitchen counter, a team of England U21-looking chefs confidently form snail vindaloo flatbreads as tables of Outlook-enthusiasts glug shiraz. It’s big, slick and, like lots about this area, more than a little deranged. The food may have little rhyme or reason to it on paper, but the bold flavours are never anything less than enjoyable. So if you’re happy with bites (rather than a meal) to remember, Roe is a fine restaurant. Start with a crudo, fill up on a venison and lardo skewer, park away a burger for good measure, and try not to check your emails before the soft serve. photo credit: Sophia Shoot photo credit: Sophia Shoot photo credit: Sophia Shoot Pause Unmute" - Jake Missing
