Dried chilies hanging from the ceiling, accompanied by the odd smoked pig leg, channel the two great loves of my life: spice and pork. The Route Cafe sprawls outside onto Dalston Square – a boon if this summer hadn’t proved to be so wet.
Service was swift – and we had gone with a board of charcuterie and mozzarella. The meats and cheese were good, but I felt that Route Cafe was being a bit stingy with the bread (around 4-5 medium slices for that huge board). I mean I love meat but I rarely eat it by itself.
I did quite love the breads they gave for the hummus – they reminded me of this thing my aunt makes called “sucituri” – but the fact that they were the best part of the dish says perhaps plenty about it. They were at least warm which made me think they were fresh. They only had Bombay Sapphire for gin, but, then again, this is really not a bar so I can’t hold it against them.
Overall a decent place to have a chat, grab something simple to eat, but not a place I would necessarily take someone to impress.