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The real Greek: Lemonia reviewed

[Lemonia] 
issue 02 October 2021

Lemonia lives in the old Chalk Farm Tavern in Primrose Hill, which is better known as the set of Paddington. It is not surrounded by fields filled with duellists under a hill of primroses these days, but it is still vast, pale and beautiful: a survivor in the sprawl. There has been a tavern on this site for so long — it was first recorded in 1678 when a corpse was carried to it — that it is possible John Keats drank here. I hope so. It is not a beaker of the warm south – it is slightly too near Camden and its stink of pigeon and bleach for that — but it is close enough.

Some restaurants hold memories of pleasure: this is one such place. It was the Tavern twice — with interruption — then the Lotus pub themed for car lovers, in a time when alcohol and petrol could plausibly mix, and then Lemonia, a Greek restaurant, for almost 40 years.

‘More of the same?’

When last year I urged readers to cherish their neighbourhood restaurants or lose them, I meant Lemonia. It has the same kind of blinding identity as Oslo Court, or the Coffee Cup in Hampstead, or the Daily Mail, but with slightly better food. I cannot pretend I want to eat the Daily Mail, but I ate my sadness in the Coffee Cup when the alcohol ran out, and Oslo Court is as much a private hospital as a restaurant. Some restaurants exist for diners to pretend to be something other than what they really are: to be fashionable is really the opposite of identity. It is, at heart, monied cowardice; an uncertainty that would be forgivable if the food was not so close to ashes.

A woman can only really describe so many variations of lighting fixtures before she longs only to suck an apple, eat a wrench.

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