Eel, offal and cow face: Weird ingredients at the Social Eating House Chef’s Counter

When I arrived at Social Eating House I was ravenous. I’d locked my bike to a handy piece of scaffolding – Soho is notoriously crap for cyclists – and headed straight up to The Blind Pig upstairs, a copper-tabled cocktail bar that does a good job recreating the speakeasy vibe without being obnoxiously on-the-nose about […]