A rare Saturday night out with the other half and we decided to try Streatham’s very latest eaterie, Hood. Following a soft launch and the opening party the previous night, we were among the first eager diners to try it out. Skipping up the road towards, we hoped, good food and booze, we arrived hungry and excited to support a new neighbourhood place which has been part-financed by the community in a crowd-funding initiative.
After a warm welcome we settled at our table and ordered a snack of hummus with bread and vegetables to keep us going while we perused the small but lovely menu. Food chosen we devoured the dips (who knew radishes could be so good?) and got stuck into the drinks list, full of craft beers and reasonably priced wines.
Our starters arrived and we were not disappointed. Seared mackerel with pickled roots and horseradish sauce for me that just melted beautifully in the mouth, and pork rillettes with apple, shallots and sage cream which left me with severe food envy – will the combination of soft but crispy pork and sweet, sweet apple ever get old? I hope not.
My main of Norfolk chicken, winter slaw and toasted seeds (and a side of buttered new potatoes) was superb. The chicken was succulent and the toasted seeds were incredible, adding a lovely crunch and nutty depth of flavour. My husband’s braised short rib of beef, creamed potatoes, caramelised shallots and sprout top was also delicious and full of flavour, and it wasn’t long before our plates were clean.
To wash it down we had a bottle of the Mont Rocher Malbec which slipped down a treat. But with such tempting desserts on offer we couldn’t stop there. Baked chocolate with milk ice cream was as rich and decadent as it sounds, and my only criticism of the lovely rhubarb snap crackle and pop was that it reminded me of childhood rice krispie cakes, but without a gorgeous marshmallowy gooeyness that would have elevated it for me.
The restaurant is on the snug side and as it filled up it did become quite loud, but then to me that’s what a neighbourhood place should be – full of chattering locals, delighted to have found a new haunt. It also meant I overhead a few little gems from the young couple sat next to us: Her – “You need to get over your thing about flying Easyjet”!
The service was a little slow and nervous, and the opening party the night before meant that there was no chilled prosecco. The lights could do with going down a notch and our salt and pepper mills were empty, but these are all small teething problems which I’m sure have already been addressed.
We were hoping for a relaxed local restaurant with great food, and happily that is exactly what we found. Streathamites take note, there is a new kid in the Hood.
Our meal was £106.25 excluding service (dips, two starters, two mains, two puddings, one beer, one bottle of wine, three glasses of wine – thirsty parents!).