Tanya Gold Tanya Gold

Tel Aviv it ain’t

Why there aren’t any good places to eat in such a monied place?

Café Hampstead is a new café in — big reveal! — Hampstead, the gaudiest of the old villages on the hills around London. Hampstead was once, mysteriously, home to progressives too many to type; refugees from Belsize Park carrying their most precious back copies of the LRB in plastic sacks. Why did they live in Hampstead? What for? They have moved out now, or died, and the truth died with them. We will never know what it was that they thought they wanted, or saw; whether it was always betrayal, or the wife made them do it.

You can mock, and I do, but Hampstead is less interesting without them; there is little to laugh at these days, even if it is usual to see James Corden and Ricky Gervais in the street, looking for things to put in their mouths. Comedians like Hampstead too, presumably for the same reason.

Otherwise it’s full of French people now, and babies, and French babies. They have their own boutiques, and enablers, and well-trod paths, and there is only one pseudo–intellectual left in the whole parish among this troupe of rich babies, and he is lonely and looks frightened — of nothing tangible I fancy, just
a mood state.

One of the main topics of debate in now incurious Hampstead is why there aren’t any good restaurants in such a monied place. (A fashion magazine would call it an enclave, but I won’t. The status of enclave is implicit.) The answer is: there is one, the marvellous Coffee Cup, which I daren’t review for fear of spoiling it, but I can say its pasta chef is a genius and possibly a supernatural being, and then there is Carluccio’s, and Café Rouge — neither of which are good — and the hamburger joint Spielburger, which is too embarrassed to admit, rightly, that it is an homage to the director of Poltergeist, honoured, I suspect, just for being Jewish.

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