It’s taken me a while to get to Ottolenghi (there’s also one in Notting Hill and Islington) even though I’ve always heard good things. It’s one of those restaurants that sits quietly in the background without making a song or dance of things, yet is always packed. Walking into their Spitalfields outpost, we were first greeted with a melange (I can use big words too) … Continue reading Ottolenghi, Spitalfields