Amelia C.
Yelp
I should say that I'm not sure exactly where we were... we planned on being in the Picadilly Circus-Trafalgar Square area, namely because that's just what you do when you're a first time tourist in London. But, it was very cold and very late, we had landed just hours before and were wandering the crowded Friday night streets riding the adrenaline high and not much else. I knew we'd have to eat at some point so I pulled out my trusty Happy Cow app hoping that we were in proximity to one of the places I had scoped out in advance. To my delight, Coach & Horses was a five-minute walk from where we had wandered to! Tofush and Chips seemed so very appropriate for our first dinner in London, so off we went!
The dining room sits two flights of stairs above a crowded pub that overflowed into the street, pints seeping down the edges with various shades of dark beer. The actual interior of the place reminds me of a vintage dollhouse but with all the furnishings removed, stripped down but leaving the essentials. Upstairs, the dining room was no different, except that if this was truly a dollhouse it was definitely the little girl's room. Tea-rose pink walls in various states of disrepair contained small dining tables and showcased mismatched tea sets. It was quaint, but not on purpose, it really was just "there".
Our actual meal was, of couse, the Tofush and Chips, along with a mushroom pie served with more chips and a sizeable helping of peas. The Tofush was essentially half a block of tofu wrapped in seaweed with a traditional batter. The pie was exactly that- a savory pie in flaky crust, swimming in a pool of dark, smooth gravy.
It's extremely hard to get traditional offerings in England, so we were tickled pink that we could enjoy "fish and chips" and "steak and ale pie" in a vegan sense. The pie was delightful and everything I'd want out of a traditional savory pie, but the tofu fish did leave something to be desired. However, I would still go back and still order it, namely because it's the only establishment in the area bothering to make an effort. The batter was good, and what vegan doesn't love tofu anyways? Sitting in that dim and pink room, tiny window gazing onto the dark street and working my way through a pint, I was as happy as any vegan who just landed in London could be. And that was pretty damn happy.