Shrimpy's

In a bid to make a Sunday evening return to London less painful, we met up with C at Shrimpy's. Chosen because of its location (basically at the train station), and the few good things we had heard about it from various sources. 

The terrace was empty. But I imagine on a day when it's not pouring with rain and freezing cold it would be full and buzzing. I'll go back and let you know. Sitting on the long beer tables, supping on their scrumptious cocktails and overlooking Regent's Canal wouldn't be a bad way to while away a sunny few hours.

Well, as the sun didn't feel like coming out to play, we sheltered inside with our cocktails. The room'S bright with cartoon doodles on the walls, a long bar, happy music... This restaurant may not amaze the world, but it's a fun, relaxed place serving really tasty food, all of which disappeared quickly; that's our seal of approval.

We began with every intention of just having a few things to nibble on, in the post-Sunday lunch snoozy state that we were, but that didn't happen. We kept interrupting B when he was trying to order, adding a couple more things here and there.

And so a drink and a few small plates turned into a bit of a feast. Let's begin...

Chips & dips (great guac!)

Frickles (deep fried pickled chillies). I got lots of these. C doesn't do spice.

Shrimpy's hot wings. B and I fought over these. When I go back to sit on the terrace in the sun, I'm having more.

Refreshing and zingy seabass ceviche, melon, plantain. A million times better than the rather average ceviche I had a while ago at Andina.

C's favourite was the braised octopus, chorizo and butter beans: creamy and comforting. Rainy day food.

And then, well, just because we have no self-control, a chocolate brownie and pistachio sundae landed on our table. Now, that's a good way to end a Sunday.

Shrimpy's, The King's Cross Filling Station, Goods Way, N1C 4UR