The Bare Necessities

Undisclosed sibling: Don’t you think it’s weird that in Winnie-the-Pooh all these random animals get on with each other. I mean, why is there a tiger that’s friends with a piglet?

Me: Well yes, but the whole thing is pretty odd. I mean why is there a bear wearing a t-shirt in Winnie-the-Pooh?

Undiscosed sibling: Wait….there’s a bear in Winnie-the-Pooh?


I spend a great deal of my time whilst I am at home insisting that my life would be improved if I were elsewhere, be that Durham, Spain or New Zealand, but the fact of the matter is that I am a creature of comforts, and the comforts that home can provide are not easily replicated. I’ve just come back from two weeks in a villa in Spain, and I mean, what kind of place doesn’t have different grades of sieve depending on your sieving needs? And where is the tomato knife? Quite frankly you may as well be living in a cave. These are the things that separate us from the animals, people. Ok, so perhaps my expectations of minimum kitchen requirements aren’t quite the same as most people’s.

Perhaps it is because I do enjoy being at home, that I am all the more impressed when I find somewhere that provides food that manages to capture that ‘at home’ feel, such is its comfort and simplicity (in the best possible sense). This is exactly how I felt after my first visit to Honey and Co. Having attended a talk some time ago about how to open a restaurant in London, I was aware of the place, as Sarit Packer and Itamar Srulovich, the husband and wife team that own and run the restaurant, were on the contributing panel. However, it was some months later that I finally got round to visiting.

Luckily an opportunity presented itself recently, when Theo and I decided that for some reason it would be a good idea to go to Smithfield market and New Covent Garden market at 5 in the morning. Quite why we thought this would be a good idea now eludes me, but by about 8am it was clear that if we didn’t get sustenance we would probably expire.

Just down the road from Warren Street station, the 20 seat restaurant serves Middle Eastern inspired food including a large selection of pastries and sweets. Describing particular elements of the food in minute detail would seem to miss the point of the place, which is that it serves food which is homely, pretty, moreish and tasty so it shall have to be sufficient to know that I had eggs on spinach sitting on a doughy flatbread ‘thing’ with a yoghurt dip, Turkish coffee and a pistachio ‘swirl’ all of which was delicious and cost about £10.

Besides the homely nature of the food, the service also deserves a mention for not just being attentive and efficient, but friendly, without being intrusive, and incredibly well informed about all the food, which was fortunate because my tiredness had clearly awoken my, usually absent, social side and I insisted on having all 15 cakes and pastries on offer explained to me.

Glancing at the lunch menu, which varies from roasted octopus with chilli, to vine leaves stuffed with mint, leeks and grapes, it is clear that trips at different times of the day to sample the whole menu are going to be necessary. Much like full fat milk and different sizes of spatula, a good breakfast is a bare necessity of life and Honey and Co knocks the socks off the much lauded ‘The Breakfast Club’ so I would advise anyone to head there the next time they’re looking for a breakfast in London.