Perched on the 40th story of the Heron Tower, Duck and Waffle is the highest restaurant in the UK. Looming over London, the establishment has made it’s presence known to those below with enticing whispers of unparalleled views, incredible food and eccentric, indulgent cocktails.
So, when the time came to treat Kasha to a slap up brunch, only one name sprang to mind; Duck and Waffle. After much time spent acquiring one of the sought after brunchtime slots, we finally arrived at Liverpool Street station with only minutes to spare before our reservation.
Kitted out with its own private entrance, we entered to a kindly doorman, who pointed us to an express lift exclusively for Duck and Waffle customers. Sending us zooming to the top in seconds, I was 100% sure this ride wouldn’t be half as enjoyable on the way down…
After passing a trendy bar spot, we had our coats checked free of charge and were lead to our table. Giggling like children, Kasha and myself realised we had been lucky enough to be placed at one of the best tables in the restaurant, with uninterrupted views of the London’s gorgeous skyline.
To top things off, as soon as we were seated, we were brought a few glasses of champagne as compliments from the manager. Needless to say we both felt spoilt rotten, as you can see from the silly grin on my face.
An ambitious cocktail menu left me blindsided as to what I would like. Should I experiment and try the Marmite Black Velvet with Guinness reduction or dare to taste the equally unusual Chocolate & Blue Cheese Martini?
Erring on the side of caution and familiarity, the Ristretto Negroni offered a perfect pick me up with gin, vermouth and campari poured through a cold press coffee machine beans for 25 hours.
For starters our waiter helpfully suggested the dates wrapped in bacon. To put things in perspective, I could have eaten a dozen of these without shame, and a dozen more very much putting up with any notion of shame; they were that delicious.
I would happily replace the bog standard Christmastime pigs in blankets over these bad boys any day. As a final note the light mustard sauce that accompanied was a stroke of pure genius.
For our main course, there was only two options that screamed out to a true carnivore like myself, the Ox Cheek Benedict and the signature dish, the Duck and Waffle.
The Ox Cheek Benedict is the kind of food you dream of when you wake up hungover, with a dry tequila mouth and the after-drink shakes. The meat is perfectly soft, falling apart like pulled pork, topped with a perfect poached egg, creamy hollandaise sauce and the satisfying the kick of the spicy sriracha sauce keeps the taste buds tingling with each bite.
The iconic, Instagram friendly Duck and Waffle was a true masterpiece, and deserves its status as the signature dish the restaurant is named after. A fried egg atop a crispy leg of duck, placed gently on a playful waffle…oh hell is there any need to use flowery words when all you need to know is that it tastes bloody good?!
Smothered in spiced maple syrup this really is the only dish you have to taste here.
While I am gifted (or cursed?) with an insatiable sweet tooth, after the mains I wasn’t initially going to order a dessert… until I saw the menu. Heading up the specials was a brand new dish, a gorgeous pairing of waffles, fresh berries and ice cream with lashings of chocolate sauce. Obviously we ordered this immediately.
Our excellent waiter, albeit with feeder-like tendencies, suggested that another dessert would round off the meal nicely. The waiter’s recommendation was the Torrejas which served two. The image above doesn’t even do the dish justice.
Better than any bread and butter pudding your mum could make, this decadent dessert is soaked overnight in hot syrup, milk and spices leaving it a soft spongy and utterly desirable mess.
Our time in the Duck and Waffle flew by, and before we knew it we were whizzing back down the express elevator (as predicted with a slight nausea) 40 stories to touch the ground once again, almost wondering whether the meal we had just experienced had really happened at all.
Looking back I struggle to recollect a single problem or issue with the Duck and Waffle. Flawless service, literally jaw-dropping views of London and food that makes my stomach gurgle mournfully just thinking about it seems to be just part of the package.
I can honestly say that if you are seeking a romantic meal, a place to impress or somewhere to spoil a loved one, Duck and Waffle would be my first recommendation. Now taking bookings 24 hours a day, this unique, affordable yet undeniably luxurious eatery is exactly the kind of place that makes you proud to be a Londoner.
Not quite had your fill of indulgence? Check out the iconic tiki bar and restaurant Trader Vic’s.