Llewelyn's

Llewelyn's Restaurant – Herne Hill, London

We are located in a former Victorian dining room, in Herne Hill, just a few minutes walk from Brockwell Park and Lido.

We have an outdoor dining space overlooking Station Square, known for the Sunday farmers market.

http://llewelyns-restaurant.co.uk

Terrazzo tops the bill at Llewelyn's - Diespeker and Co

Diespeker contributed towards a unique, contemporary interior for independent restaurant, Llewelyn’s in Herne Hill, London.

The change of heart brought Henry and his clients to Diespeker’s showroom and factory in Bermondsey, to see what terrazzo options were available.

The client initially considered using terrazzo from Diespeker’s standard range, but opted instead for a bespoke terrazzo.

Project joiners, Finch London, provided Diespeker with a template for the curved countertop, and the mixed terrazzo was poured into the resulting mould.

Diespeker is one of the country’s leading bespoke terrazzo suppliers; using traditional methods and tools to create unique surfaces for flooring, cladding, plinths and countertops.

Llewelyn's brings Jamie's Fifteen alumnus to Herne Hill | Latest ...

Summing it all up: A stellar front and back of house crew make this new Herne Hill neighbourhood restaurant worth checking out.

Opening rather quietly a few weeks back, Llewelyn's in Herne Hill looks set to be rather interesting and follows a slew of openings of local restaurants worth making a trek for - we count Dandy and Lorne (even if it is in Victoria) among these.

Now it's got a great chef in the form of Warren Fleet.

So for breakfast, there might be granola with yoghurt and poached rhubarb or Welsh cakes and salted butter.

Coming into summer the restaurant has a decent number of outside tables overlooking Station Square making it a place worth noting for alfresco dining.

Llewelyn's, restaurant review: Food for village people | London ...

Although only four miles from central London, Herne Hill not only feels like a village but like one that could be almost anywhere else in the South-East.

Just right “if you like nice middle-class suburbia with almost no soul but lots of places to buy ciabatta,” says one snarky property commentator,  recoiling from the yummy mummies and, even more woundingly, the “man-child jazz dads”.

Crab soup and rouille croutons (£6.40) was a decent bisque, a little lighter and fresher than the preserves in bottles from Brittany that make such a good cheat’s starter.

Friggitelli, we now know, is a sweet and not-too-hot green Italian chilli pepper, here served whole, simply cooked and dressed — a nice enough taste but more a tapas offering than a dish in themselves.

The wine list majors on natural, organic, low-intervention bottles, sourced from the wonderful Les Caves de Pyrène (its wildly inventive 406-page list, freely available online as a PDF, is more worth reading than most books published this year), plus a smaller outfit specialising in such juices from the Loire, Under the Bonnet.

Llewelyn's London SE24, restaurant review: 'even better than a TK ...

Frankly, when in search of victuals in January, I don’t ­really want to shuffle further than the end of the road (where we are blessed by an Asda), ideally wearing ­slippers and carrying one of those ­giant, zipped, chequered bags that one – apparently – takes to the launderette.

Having recently eaten my family’s body weight in Seasonal Fayre, not only will I be fantasising in the ­abstract about regaining my ­silhouette (circa 1998, ideally), but I’ll also be surviving on January’s meagre fiscal rations.

My partner, ­inconveniently, was born in the ­second week of January, so this year, if he behaves himself, he’ll likely get a peck on the cheek and a TK Maxx voucher.

Llewelyn's | Restaurants in Herne Hill, London

Well, there’s the serene interior, airy white with green leather banquettes and a super-chic flecked terrazzo bar, as well as tables out front for languid, sun-dappled alfresco lunching.

Then, there’s the food.

The food!

Of the mains, a generous mound of Hereford beef shin ragú with smotheringly rich polenta could have come straight off an Umbrian farmer’s table.

Ricotta-filled ravioli might have been a bit too al dente, but I’d forgive far worse to slurp up more of the flavourful tomato consommé they came floating in.