13 Charlotte Place
London W1T 1SN
020 7637 3347
by Blake Pudding
I’ll start with the food because the food is good. Lantana bills itself as a little bit of Australia in Fitrovia. By this they mean the new Australia of good coffee and Baz Luhrman rather than piss-poor lager and Paul Hogan. I ordered ricotta pancakes with baked fruit and yoghurt. This was pudding and an excellent pudding at that, with beautifully cooked pears and autumn berries. I was with John O’ Connell, regular breakfast companion and writer; he had smoked salmon and scrambled eggs. The eggs were properly scrambled, not mashed up omelette like you get in America, and the salmon tasted, according to John, organic. It came with delightfully fluffy bread and salad. Salad for breakfast? Only in the new Australia!
So modern is Lantana that there was a media presentation happening when we arrived so we had to wait outside. Once the media team had filed out in their flared jeans and flat brown shoes like 2nd division footballers on a night out we made to go in but John was stopped by the “terrible acoustic serenading” coming from within. The waitress asked if we were coming in, John said do you mind if we wait outside until the music was turned down. “You can do what you like mate,” replied our waitress sounding a bit like Alf from Home and Away.