...it was a particularly hideous lunchtime in Soho; the rain was beating against the office windows, the sky was a dreary shade of charcoal, and the clouds it seemed, had made their way into the building to hang over everyone's afternoon.
When days like this happen, there is only one solution according to Chloe and I - food.
We ventured out into the torrential storm for something that had been on our 'To Eat' list for a while - the Wahaca Taco Stand.
With soggy hair and hopeful hearts, we shuffled into the little bar next to Wahaca's Soho restaurant. After mere seconds of perusing the menu (there are two options available, with specials popping up now and again!) we made our respective decisions.
Feeling especially in need of protein with a long afternoon ahead, I opted for the ribeye and cheese, Chloe, being unable to resist the smokey, salty call of bacon, went for the B.L.A.T (Bacon, Lettuce, Avocado, Tomato). Keen not to miss an avo-tunity, I requested extra 'A' in mine, and was graciously obliged.
Feeling especially in need of protein with a long afternoon ahead, I opted for the ribeye and cheese, Chloe, being unable to resist the smokey, salty call of bacon, went for the B.L.A.T (Bacon, Lettuce, Avocado, Tomato). Keen not to miss an avo-tunity, I requested extra 'A' in mine, and was graciously obliged.
We watched keenly as first thick rashers of smokey bacon and delicately-sliced steak were placed on the Plancha, followed by tiny mounds of cheese. As it melted into pools of molten delight, the chef placed lavender-hued blue corn tortillas on top of each.
The base of each taco now fused together, construction could begin. With expert precision, the Plancha master added layer upon layer of flavour, pausing to ask which garnishes we wanted. The only thing left was to load up on sauces (the pico de gallo was irrestibly fresh and zesty), and carry our spoils to the bar to devour.
The soft tortillas were no match for the pico, so this was a straight up knife and fork job. The ribeye was beautifully seasoned and blissfully tender, and cut with the light, refreshing sauce, it was a heavenly experience. The B.L.A.T too was similarly transcendent, with the generous slices of crisp bacon marrying seamlessly with the toasted cheese. Each bite was heralded with a chorus of "mmms", and our only complaint was that there wasn't more to a portion (but let's be honest, we've never not had that complaint).
If you're looking for a lunch stop with a difference in Soho, this is your answer.
Wahaca Soho - 80 Wardour Street, London W1F OTF
Stephanie x
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