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The atmosphere was lovely, I really like how there is a little organic grocery shop in front of the restaurant. The food itself was nice, I had the bu…
Maha Al Marzooqi
Daylesford Farmhouse & Cafe
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After discovering the eatery and shop around a year ago, I have been there few times for lunch and coffees.. Not only the atmosphere is pleasantly ref…
Matteo
Daylesford Farmhouse & Cafe
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This is a unique organic experience. The restaurant is located at the back of the organic food grocery shop. The decor is sleek, bright and modern. Th…
Ziad Abi Karam
Daylesford Farmhouse & Cafe
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7 Reviews on “Daylesford Farmhouse & Cafe”
The atmosphere was lovely, I really like how there is a little organic grocery shop in front of the restaurant. The food itself was nice, I had the buttermilk pancakes but the beetroot jam that came with it was way too much I scraped most of it off. Although the sourdough bread was quite nice as well. My mother had the eggs and she said that she enjoyed them as well.
After discovering the eatery and shop around a year ago, I have been there few times for lunch and coffees.. Not only the atmosphere is pleasantly refreshing, making you feel more somewhere in the countryside than in the heart of London, but the quality of food both on display and served is superb. Fresh, flavourful and nutritious salads, tasty dishes and a wide choice of drinks. Not for those on a tight budget, but also cheaper than it might look. 20-25 for a meal that is good for the soul as much as for your stomach is, nowadays, what you can expect to pay anywhere in the city….and I never leave without a jar of their delicious prune compote..
This is a unique organic experience. The restaurant is located at the back of the organic food grocery shop. The decor is sleek, bright and modern. The waiters serving at the bar where we were seated are clean shaven and the waitresses have tidy hair. The food is fresh from the garden. You can feel that all the ingredients were hand picked in the morning. You can choose from a variety of different salads that come in a single serving portion. The food tastes very good and you can tell that each ingredient is of top quality and much care has been put from the gardening process down to the plates being served. Never miss the rhubarb and orange syllabub dessert. It’s decadent and you won’t feel guilty eating it. It comes with a delicious crunchy cookie to finalize the experience.
I walk up and down Westbourne Grove five days a week, on my way to and from work. In the morning, my pace is brisker than Id like, to make up for one or two alarm snoozes too many; evening strolls, on the other hand, are one of the parts of the day I prefer. As I walk back towards Portobello Road, I savour every breath of fresh air, and take time to notice my surroundings: the neat rows of high-end boutiques on both sides of the road have become so familiar, I could name most of them without looking.Some of them have small cafes inside; Im ready to bet they too are fashion statements, rather than spaces for coffee and food lovers (Lets have lunch at the Jigsaw store, said no one ever). Then theres Daylesford. It looks no less slick and polished than the nearby shops with food and drink appendages, but its actually a cafe. And a restaurant. And a homeware store. And an organic supermarket, selling produce from the Daylesford organic farms in the Cotswolds.The cafe seems popular. Sure enough, it has many regulars. The one I notice most often is a portly middle-aged man, with unkempt greyish hair la Dude Lebowski. When hes there, he sits outside, typing on his Mac, come sunshine or pouring rain. Novelist? Freelance journalist? Remote worker? Ive come to think that whatever hes writing must matter less to him than the act of writing it there; the distraction of watching others go by, the thrill of being watched.Funnily enough, I rarely see people shop at Daylesford. As in, stop by the grocery store after work. Pack a basket with a weeks worth of meat, fish and vegetables. You know, the stuff many of us have to fit between work shifts, long commutes and school runs. Still, Im sure the supermarket has a loyal customer base; a group I picture as a lucky few, who can afford to run errands earlier in the day, rather than Average Joes with 9-to-6 jobs.Laudable as it may be, Daylesfords mission to bring fresh, seasonal produce from farm to Big City has the marks of status symbol all over it. However, in a strangely refreshing way, theres no pretence that a healthier, more sustainable lifestyle is anything but a privilege for those who can afford it. Are you surprised to learn they have another branch in Belgravia? Dont be.Daylesfords interiors would fare well in a magazine photoshoot. Theres taste in the simple wooden furniture, plenty of space for the stores many facets to live together. Still, I cant get myself to find it comfortable; it looks staged, aseptic, like the boutiques next door. And just like the day I walked into one of those, and felt a shop assistant watch my every move in the empty room, my first visit to Daylesford made me feel cumbersome, ill at ease the proverbial elephant in a china shop.All began with the staffs reaction at the sight of me and my friend sitting down with our cups of coffee. It was six on a wet weekday evening three hours before closing time and we were the only customers. No one had cared to explain that we were meant to just take our styrofoam cups and bugger off, so we did as anyone in their right mind would have: we stayed in, to avoid getting rained on. A waitress immediately came to ask us to leave, without saying why. We were baffled: we hadnt ordered takeaway, and the person who served us hadnt asked if we were staying in. Had there been any extra eat-in charges, they could simply have told us, and wed simply have paid. With no one but us in there (us, and a whole floor of empty tables), we were hardly in anyones way. She must have realised it too, as she eventually let us keep our seats. It didnt feel like a wow moment, or a display of friendly service. It felt like an act of clemency, and to date, Im still not sure what we were guilty of.The cappuccino I had that evening was bland, unremarkable. I had higher hopes, given Daylesfords focus on ingredients. Perhaps I should have ordered some food; my friend got a slice of cake, and sang me its praises. It came as no surprise: ever since I started working on Westbourne Grove, no weekday goes without me eyeing Daylesfords beautiful pastries from the outside.With all the buzz around the quality of the food, I thought the restaurant deserved a chance too. Visiting for lunch was an entirely different experience. It being a Monday, I thought Id find the restaurant conveniently uncrowded; much to my surprise, it was packed and none of the people in there looked like an office worker on their lunch break. There they were, again: the privilege of not having to watch your clock or your purse too often, that sense of entitlement thats so easy to recognise from the other side of the fence.My lunch companion chose a salad. It looked inviting (as did the option of mixing three different types of salad into one plate), but not worth its 12.50. I repeat: twelve pounds fifty for a salad. I ordered a roasted cod main, and found its price more reasonable: although 16 is outside my usual lunch budget, I know places that charge far more for fish dishes that size and quality. Were talking fresh, tender fish combined with well roasted potatoes, peas, and a squeeze of zesty lemon and herb mayo; I enjoyed it from the first bite to the last.I left Daylesford feeling well fed, and happy to have spent my break in a different way than usual: eating lunch out often means settling for ready meals, or overindulging with fast food, and Im no fan of either. Saying that, I havent returned since: as far as healthier eating goes, I found a reliable and more affordable alternative in nearby Redemption. To each their own, I guess. whatevergetsyouthroughtheday.wordpress.com
We had a lovely breakfast here. Delicious poached eggs on toast, with two Americanos. Simple meal, but really flavourful & nicely presented.
On a beautiful summers day, Deema.acand I ventured into the bustling and booming restaurant/ shop/ farm shop/ cafe, that is Daylesford Farmhouse.We had originally gone in for breakfast, however, I was (luckily) late. Why lucky? Because if we had arrived before 12pm, we wouldn’t have sampled their flavoursome trio of salads.Salads for breakfast? YES! SALADS FOR BREAKFAST. So good in fact, you think twice before being social because it requires (it being ‘etiquette’) putting down your fork before opening your mouth for vocal reasons.These salads are really something. We came back after a few weeks for actual breakfast, but I couldn’t stop drooling over them preparing the salads that they don’t serve before 12pm. So I got stuck with egg soldiers. Which weren’t bad, but they weren’t the three salads that were.
I walked in having no expectations whatsoever, even though reviews are pretty good. Anyone who likes to eat healthy and loves colours on the plate must come here! The main dishes were delicious, full of flavours, making me wonder about the actual recipes. Vegan, vegetarian and gluten free options too. I must admit, I was disappointed by desserts. I do not think I would order them again. But I am absolutely back for the main dishes and salad. The cafe is in the actual organic farm shop, so it is hard to leave without buying anything extra.