Here we go: Bangers & Jams, London Edition. I’m one of those people who gets that “I could definitely live here” bug three days into most trips. It’s happened everywhere from Santa Barbara to Marfa to Mexico City. But I think that pull has been the strongest in London.
Let’s get into it.
Bangers
Mountain: A humming room with big, bold flavors. I was blown away at first by how dialed in and considered every dish was here, while maintaining so much levity and fun, and that continued at meals throughout the city. I’ll be recreating the soft, lemony cheese on toast with a nice salty anchovy as soon as I’m home.