Herbivores, Hong Kong

What a nice little space and lovely menu. It's not exactly fine dining, but it is more than your usual veggie joint. We had the mandatory Buddhist monk, sure, but there was not a dreadlock or lentil patty in sight.

Herbivores seems to be new on the Hong Kong scene. It's a gun-barrel eatery in soho, only serving organic wine by the bottle and non-alcoholic beer. It's so small that 1 waitress was manning the fort solo when we went by - cosie yes, but they're optimistic and inventive with the menu.

We started with an avocado dip which was creamy, and I could have eaten the whole serving to myself. It was small, and reminded me that gluttony is a sin. We also had some deep fried cheese which was suitably delicious.

For mains, I had the Mushroom steaks and my husband had the cauliflower. They come beautifully presented on custom plates, and you can tell they're served with care. Several of the items on the menu have an astrix, indicating that they take 20 minutes to cook, which gives the mean a genuine sense of freshness and bespoke. Husband mentioned that this could easily become a new favourite

It's nice to see a veggie place that doesn't shy away from fat. Usually veggie means healthy, which is very nice and suits my daily eating, but every now and then a vegetarian just craves fat and salt like the next person. So it's refreshing to see that Herbivores is aiming for and exclusively veggie restaurant, while shaking the low-fat health-kick association. We like to have some fun too you know!

If it gets too popular and I can't get one of the limited seats, I think I'll find fault with this place. For now, it's creative and exclusive for people with flat grinding teeth - love it.

Add: 35 Staunton St., Central, Hong Kong
Ph: 2613-2909
Web: http://www.the-herbivores.com/

Criterion Restaurant, London, England

We have a winner!

After a dud night at Quaglino's, we had time for one more quick work dinner before I caught my car to the airport. I had a really narrow window, but I'd heard so much about the amazing interior design of The Criterion. It sounded like a London-must. I only had an hour there, and it was well spent!

The Criterion is right on Piccadilly Circus, originally opened in 1874. It has gold-gilded ceilings and reflections everywhere. It's so vibrant and romantic - my idea of heaven.

We enjoyed wine, starters, and then I started twitching for my main, watching the clock and fantasizing about missing my flight with a great excuse of being 'stuck' in this plush, golden wonderland. Our waiters were fantastic, and shortly my main was in front of me. It was a tri-colour cauliflower dish on a long rectangular plate. The purples, whites and light greens of the cauliflower were so imaginative and subtle - I truly felt like I was getting the fine dining experience, vegetable style. It was delicious, by most of all it was delicate yet vibrant all at once. So happy!

As soon as I finished my cauliflower rainbow, I took a moment to drink in the surroundings again, and then had to jump up and run back to my hotel to catch the car. I literally meant run - I switched shoes and bolted. But the extra 5 minutes in the beautiful Criterion was worth it!

Add: 224 Piccadilly, London W1J 9HP, England

Ph: 020 79300488

Web: http://www.criterionrestaurant.com/

Quaglino's, London, England

The task of organising dinner for work colleagues is more daunting than I gave it credit for. Especially when you're not in your home city. You don't want to appear as Mother Hen, don't want to blow the budget but also want to impress, and need to make sure it's convenient to office, hotel and etc. All these thoughts went flashing through my mind when I was tasked with the agenda for a recent project implementation meeting - I quickly decided that it would take more thinking than a quick work dinner warranted. Delegation turns out to be a wonderful thing! So Quaglino's was chosen, meeting all the corporate requirements and a 'favourite' of the Partners. From the outset it looked great.

We had a drink in the bar area, having to cram into the unreserved area, and then moved down the cascading staircase to the long dining room, punctuated with tall orchards running down the center. We took our table and quickly started scanning the wine and dinner menu. As usual, it didn't take me long to fall back into my old favourites of a New Zealand Pinot Noir, a salad, a mushroom risotto and a chocolate tart. They sounded more interesting than that, with reduced balsamic and a truffle thrown in, but they were comfortably the only vegetarian options on the menu from memory, or perhaps just the ones that caught my eye.

When the artichoke salad came out, I called the waitress over and discreetly mentioned that I thought they'd forgotten the artichokes. She pointed out that the potato chip type things on the top of the salad were actually the prized artichokes. Oops. It seemed like a bowl of rocket with 2 waxy potatoes hiding at the bottom, and said chips on top. I hate rocket, so I officially had 2 small potatoes and some chips for starter.

When my main came out, I remembered the lunch time displays in Asia - the ones that are cooked, put in the bowl, and then sprayed with some kind of plastic to make them freeze in time. Not the nicest compliment I know - sorry Quaglino's. I think my dinner had been waiting to be sent to me for a little long. And the mysterious truffles that I thought I'd spied on the menu where nowhere to be tasted. 

The highlight of the evening was the scenery. Jimmy Hendrix photographs are projected on to the walls around the restaurant, giving a clean cut eatery a funky edge. And the beautiful flower arrangements were a real stand-out.

My chocolate desert came, and it really popped out on the stage of it's plate. The dark chocolate wedge and the bright orange of the mandarin were so distinct against the white plate. I couldn't wait to dive in - my fork want down and then - ouch - an abrupt stop against the crust. Without alerting my colleagues, I tried a little harder to crack through the base layer. But no luck. I'm ashamed to say that I ended up eating the mandarins and chocolate filling and sent the butt-naked crust back to the kitchen.

My colleagues must have thought I am such a picky, ungrateful eater! I sent a bowl of rocket, a half eaten bowl of risotto, sans truffles, and a tart base back to where they came from. I was so hungry!

Quaglino's was a huge let down. Service was fine, and bathrooms were nice. In general, the food, which is what we were mainly there for, was a big disappointment. It's so rare for me to say that!

Add: 16 Bury St, St James's, London SW1Y 6AJ
Ph: 020 7930 6767
Web: http://www.qauaglinos.co.uk/http://www.qauaglinos.co.uk/

Nopi, London, England

A few  months back I heard about this new cook book called Jerusalem.  Not long later I saw a snippet of a documentary about Yotam Ottolenghi walking around the streets of Jerusalem, eating street food from his youth. So the movement had been randomly floating in my spectrum for some time before I found myself cruising past Nopi in London, one of the groups restaurants.

We were on the hunt for a great breakfast. After something nice at the Riding House Cafe, and again something enjoyable at The Wolseley, I was left yearning for a really big blow-my-socks-off veggie breakkie on Darby St in Newcastle. The breakfasts I've had in London are generally 'fine', but feel small and unimaginative. And definitely there is a spot to be filled in the good coffee department. So I was so happy when we eventually happened across Nopi by accident (although the OK-ish coffee was not the distinguishing feature for me)!

Nopi is inconspicuous from the outside - with a big glass window and a simple entrance. However I find most of the placed in this neighborhood are pretty missable from the outside - I think it's a symptom of the weather, where open fronts for outdoor eating seem to be a non-reality. On the inside, it's all white and brass, with birchwood tableware and linen napkins. It feels cool and simple - I think I was expecting a middle eastern themed cave. But Nopi was all clean and lightness. The ladies bathroom in particular epitomizes this feeling with angled mirrors in every direction and soothing cream stone tones. The light is so all-encompassing that there is an "out" sign on the floor to orient you once you're finished!

The breakfast menu was intersting - thank goodness! It's short, but each meal is distinct and several need some explaining. There are cheeses I wasn't sure of, and cooking methods that we needed to pull out google on. It made this experience all the more unique. I started with a rice porridge for the table to share, and then beans and egg on toast for my 'main' breakfast dish. More than half of the menu listings turned out to be veggie too!

I got to taste a little of each of my friends meals - each had some combination of egg, tomato, beans, cheese, and beautiful fresh bread. I had my first-ever mouthful of welsh gritts too, which I was initially sure was some kind of meat, but turns out to be mustard and cheese on toast - unless someone can tell me differently!

My beans were beautiful - al dente and completely filling. For once in London I didn't leave the table feeling ready for lunch already.

I was so pleased with breakfast that I bought the autographed Jerusalem book and now I'm salivating over all the things I can cook! My friends went back for breakfast again the next weekend. I'm still smiling from ear to ear - Ottolenghi has given me a new faith in London breakfasts. And although I was full and satisfied upon leaving, we did see the procession of salad platters rising up from the basement kitchen to be displayed at the front of the dining room (in good view from the front window for passers-by to spy). More inspiration to get cooking from my book!

Add: 21-22 Warwick Street, London W1B 5NE
Ph: +44 (0)20 7494 9584
Web: http://www.nopi-restaurant.com/