An American-Italian Fusion in Holborn
Category : Restaurant
| Cuisine : Italian, American
Address : 199-206 High Holborn, Holborn, London, WC1V 7BW, UNITED KINGDOM - Directions
Web : www.hubbardandbell.com/
Opening Times : Mon-Fri 7am-2am; Sat 8am-2am; Sun 8am-12pm
Closest Tube : Holborn
The Hoxton Hotel, one of Shoreditch‘s more swish entries, has opened in Holborn with plans for a hotel roll out which will in turn ‘Hoxtonize‘ New York City, Amsterdam and Paris. The Hoxton Hotel in Holborn exudes an urban cool that is not endemic to East London by any means. There‘s a hair salon and a coffee shop run by Shoreditch Grind, while the rest of the bars and restaurants are powered by the Soho House group. Tucked away in a far corner of the first floor is Hubbard & Bell, the hotel‘s flagship restaurant. Borrowing a page from New York restaurants like Prime Meats and The Spotted Pig, Hubbard & Bell offers unembellished dishes splicing Italian and American grill influences. The dining room has been given a mid-Century modernist design, with mustard-yellow banquette booths, hexagonal flooring and an airy, beach house style ceiling. On its western border you‘ll find an open plan kitchen, where tattooed arms rattle the pans.
The results lend themselves to boozy dining. A kale Caesar salad studded with breadcrumbs and bottarga was at once salubrious and salacious, the health-giving greens immersed in robust dressing, with a toothsome texture and an iodine finish from the roe. However, if your preferences are more sanguinary, slake your carnivorous lust with a patty melt or a sixty day aged ribeye, fired under the grill to give it a caramelised bark and a hot red interior.
You can pad out the meat with some finessed options from the sidebar including leeks with melted talleggio or truffle fries with parmesan and parsley - so flavourful it was almost sacrilege to plunge them into béarnaise. The coup de grâce was the dessert menu, with pimped-out American comfort classics like s‘mores and PB&J sundaes, which struck with enough sugary force to melt the heart of even the most jaded Shoreditchiphobe.