Monday, June 15, 2009
Posted By:
Michael Kasparis
Photo:
Michael Kasparis
Little Georgia
After being soundly reproached by a Hackneyite friend for
enthusing about La Vie En Rose (Broadway Market) I was directed to Little
Georgia. The back story goes something like this: cute little Georgian
restaurant is dispatched from its premises by nasty developer, who then
installs a horrid overpriced fake French restaurant of his own making in its
stead. The new Little Georgia is still cute, the staff are still whimsically
casual and the elderly Georgian Aunt is still slaving away in the kitchen. You
can almost taste the poor woman's sweat in the Hachapuri and there's a tang to
the walnut and pomegranate chicken which could very well be the years of toil
and tears. Ensconced in the basement surrounded by nostalgic artefacts which I
suspect were harvested from IKEA and Brick Lane, I start to feel guilty for the
£9 stew I ate in 'La Vie En Rose.' What have the French ever done for us
anyway? Coming over here, taking our Georgian restaurants...
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