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Guy Hollaway Architects + The Gas Station Restaurant King’s Cross London

Pump Up the Jam

It was the petrol filling station with a shop where clubbers would call in for bottles of water on their way to Bagley’s rave when the back of King’s Cross was an urban desert. Then the team behind Bistrotheque, one of Hackney’s most popular restaurants, opened a pop up called Shrimpy’s at The Filling Station in July 2012. Behind architects Carmody Groarke’s undulating fibreglass screen, the station forecourt was transformed into an outdoor seating area and the former kiosk turned into a 50 cover Latin American seafood residence. The meanwhile use would become permanent; the temporary building would remain just that.

In the days before Small Plates, the menu was traditional in its order of Starters, Main Courses and Puddings, while modern in its ingredients. Typical courses were seabass ceviche, plantains (£8.50); monkfish, quinoa, almonds, courgettes (£19.00); and poached quince, crème fraîche, almonds (£6.00). Cocktails (£8.50 to £9.00) included Lavender Tea: gin, lavender, grapefruit, camomile tea. Pound signs were stripped off the menu in a futuristic nod to minimalism. Unusually for its time, Shrimpy’s was cashless. Another sign of things to come was the 12.5 percent service charge when 10 percent was the norm.

It was all terribly buzzy; we sat up at the bar next to the singer Bryan Ferry. We attended the Christmas tree press party a few months later in December 2012. Clearly full of the joys, after dashing from Ballymore’s Embassy Gardens launch party in Vauxhall, we reported, “Across town, we joined opera singer Camilla Kerslake and fashionistas Giles Deacon and Jonathan Saunders at King’s Cross Filling Station. The tenuous editorial link? Vauxhall. A Christmas tree made out of Vauxhall Amera car parts was unveiled. Moving parts mechanically grooved to a techno beat as fluorescent orange light and frosted air filled the forecourt. Lady Gaga’s erstwhile designer Gary Card dreamt up the tree. Mince pies, mulled wine and dancing kept us warm.”

Gin Works – a bar, restaurant and micro distillery for Kent winemaker Chapel Down – took Shrimpy’s place in 2017. Guy Hollaway Architects, the practice behind Rocksalt restaurant on the harbour front in Folkestone, designed a replacement two storey building with an industrial aesthetic. The entrance along Goods Way is set in a curved sweep of finned coloured glazing. The Regent Canal elevation is framed by the fragments of a cast iron Victorian gasworks. Cladding maintains the pop up appearance. After Gin Works closed, the owners of Camden Town Brewery and Mare Street Market in Hackney opened The Gas Station in the building in 2021. A wild garden designed by Richard Wilford, Head of Garden Design at Kew Royal Botanic Gardens, surrounds the beer garden overlooking the canal.

The buzziness is back. We’re sat at a marbleised top table for two on the ground floor of the two storey restaurant and bar. There are wallflowers (not us) climbing up the staircase walls. Sticking to savouries for sharing, Snacks are mushroom arancini, porcini mayo (£7.00) and whipped cod roe taramasalata, toasted flatbread (£7.00). Small Plates are mussels and clams on sourdough, garlic, lemon, samphire (£11.00) and blackened leeks, nori, leek aioli, warm hazelnut vinaigrette (£9.00). Our Large Plate is aubergine steak, smoked babaganoush, sourdough croutons, caponata, basil (£14.50). The vibe is high end pub grub. Cocktails are a speciality of the bar at The Gas Station. Monte Mule (£11.50) is Amaro Montenegro, Old Jamaica Ginger Beer and lime. “Gas” is Dublin slang for great fun. And The Gas Station is just that.

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Rabbit Restaurant Chelsea London + Taittinger Champagne

Chelsea Tractor

“Running … Running uphill …” (Rabbit, Run by John Updike, 1961). After a Taits (our new fav Reims bubbles) pre party, it might be past Mercury Retrograde and Wolf Moon is just a memory yet we’re still running the roads. “Oh dear! Oh dear! We sha’n’t be too late!” We’re off to the wonderland that is the Sussex-farm-to-King’s-Road-fork Rabbit restaurant. “Spring, fall, summer, autumn: a life as well as a year has its seasons.” (Rabbit, Run, once more). For fork’s sake, a menu, too, has its seasons, especially when the owners tell, “We use all things wild, foraged and locally grown, including sustainable livestock from the Gladwins’ family farm in West Sussex. We call this ‘local and wild’.” We’re local and we’re wild.

They’ve more to say, “We grow and produce a range of award winning wines in our very own Nutbourne Vineyards. The 10 hectares of landscape are carefully looked after to preserve the natural habitat. We grow Bacchus, Riesling family varietals, Chardonnay and Pinot Noir. We produce 40,000 bottles each year. We like our customers to enjoy a bottle of Nutbourne Wine in the spirit of ‘what grows together goes together’.”

Keeping it savoury we chase in hot and cold pursuit: mushroom marmite éclairs, egg confit, cornichon; whipped cod roe, crisp bread, English caviar; baked truffle Tunworth, caraway crisp bread, beetroot and pear chutney; grilled leek hearts, sesame yoghurt, truffle, seed clusters, chicory. Big seasonality on small plates. Restauranteur brothers GladwinGregory, Oliver and Richard – clearly know their spring onions and winter truffle.

Rabbit is carefully casual with a haphazard picture hang on the exposed brick walls and the odd bit of taxidermy in between. Something resembling a cattle grid droops from the corrugated metal ceiling. Or maybe it is a cattle grid. This restaurant is a celebration of rustic farmhouse dining with urban views. At one end of the simple L shape – this is no rabbit warren – is the frenetic King’s Road. At the other end, a picture window frames Burnsall Street with its boxy dormered Dutch gabled Marseille pantile roofed Juliet balconied chamfered bayed sun kissed pastel coloured townhouses. Clientele are well heeled, literally; this is after all the fashionista friendly St Luke’s Parish. Bunny Rogers would approve.

Hare today, gone tomorrow. Rabbit has been a King’s Road fixture for eight years now but other London establishments haven’t survived so long. Shrimpy’s at King’s Cross, was, admittedly a pop up, a meantime use on a development site overlooking the canal at Granary Square. A petrol filling station was rapidly converted into a deconstructivist seafood restaurant offering the best seabass ceviche and plantains that 2012 London had to offer. Like most hotel restaurants the top floor of the London Hilton on Hyde Park has had several reboots. Its currently Galvin at Windows is named after Chef Patron Chris Galvin. Critic Jonathan Meades reviews its predecessor Windows on the World in The Times Restaurant Guide 2002:

Jacques Rolancey, the Lyonnais Chef, is truer to his native cooking that he is to the imperatives of international hotel practice. His lack of fancy is remarkable. Flavours are confidently unexaggerated. Scallops with white truffle and balsamic vinegar are excellent. Cannelloni is stuffed with a light spinach and herb mixture sauced with a vegetable jus …” We’re up for a bit of channelling John Updike’s character Rabbit. We’re running, always running, into the light, that eternally focused light.

Meanwhile, there’s a narcissistic golden rabbit on the loose in County Tyrone.