Restaurant Review: The Knight of Notting Hill

I wouldn't exactly call myself a pub enthusiast, but hey, I did go through a phase of studying for my very own personal license a few years ago. Yes, I could have been your neighbourhood publican, slinging pints with the best of them. But then, in a wild turn of events, I thought, ‘Why stop there?’ and dove headfirst into studying medicine two years ago (spoiler alert: I quickly realised that maybe, saving lives wasn't my true calling).

So, here I am, a person of many interests – from pulling pints to almost playing doctor. Who knows what's next? Rocket science? Contemporary dance? Oh wait, I’ve done that: as a child I communicated through movement rather than speech… but I digress.

Let me tell you about The Knight of Notting Hill – it requires no imagination.

So, you make a den, grab a pint, snuggle up with cushions, a book in hand, anticipating pub grub. But hold your horses – this isn't your run-of-the-mill pub with the standard gastro fare. Oh no, this is a magical haven, where the food is as enchanting as its whimsical name.

It’s fluffy, flaky, and golden like a fairy-tale.

Here, flavours are whizzed to your plate from land and sea. We're talking tacos, charred to perfection with oyster mushroom, chilli, and spicy tomato; smoked black lentils, infused with the scent of clove, cosying up with buttered paratha. It’s fluffy, flaky, and golden like a fairy-tale. And let's not forget the butter chicken, straight from the magical kitchens of Old Delhi, a dish that pays homage to stories passed down through generations, nutty with cashew and cream.

As you graze through this heavenly spread on a cosy autumn evening, it's like The Knight of Notting Hill himself has manifested in an unusual feastly form. The place is the superhero of this story, armed with imagination and a cape made of pure indulgence. Watch out, mundane world – here comes the hero you never knew you needed!

For more information and bookings, please visit The Knight of Notting Hill’s website.