Eat Out London!Legs Restaurant
Legs Restaurant
Legs opened in May 2016 and is across from the new Hackney Walk fashion centre.
Legs is driven by seasonality and quality produce, with a daily-changing menu.
The wine offering focuses on small independent producers, who strive to best represent the land they grow on.
Dinner sees interesting plates sympathetic to wine, with weekend boozy brunches.
The design of Legs - a light, organic, casual space - fosters a fun, relaxed environment where visitors can grab a bite during the day or relax with a meal or glass of wine in the evening.
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Flavour of the Week: Legs | Foodism
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Magnus Reid has been a busy boy in the last few years, setting up CREAM and the Rooftop Café before settling at Hackney's Legs, which just won a Bib Gourmand in the Michelin Guide 2017.
The room is tiny, the menu is compact, the dishes are achingly simple, and the flavours are punchy and lively.
There's a focus on small producers and organic wines – we sampled an Australian friulano from newer-than-new-school winemaker Quealy.
Reid is outspoken on his desire to make fuss-free dishes, and it shows in the menu.
Dishes from £4, wines from £23 by the bottle.
Legs - London Restaurant Reviews | Hardens
A café-cum-wine-bar focused on light lunches and seasonal plates that pair well with a glass of vino, not far from Hipster (sorry, we mean Hackney!)
The name of course derives from oenophile terminology - legs being the droplets that form on the inside of the wine glass.
Let the 'good legs!'
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As a local, I feel ‘gentrified’ fails to nail Morning Lane’s new era.
He knew by opening Legs he’d be a magnet for fashion fops, yes, but he’d also inherit Morning Lane’s terrific, and sometimes terrifying, locals.
He’d sell vivid orange trout roe on crème fraîche addled roast potatoes for £9 a plate in an area populated by tramps, trust-fund kids and traffic wardens, and something nice would come of the nonsense.
The menu changes frequently but prods and dares with oddness like hollowed-out artichoke filled with Parmesan custard, fresh no-faff radishes with wild honey and seeping duck yolks over vibrant fresh asparagus atop toasted soda bread.
Some locals seemed equally bemused by me, a ridiculous woman with big hair, eating a plate of potato and orange slime and scraping leftover onglet into a Stella McCartney tote to take home for her thankless child-substitute labrador.
Legs | Restaurants in Hackney, London
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Legs, despite the in-joke-for-oenophiles name (the ‘legs’ are the vinous streaks down the inside of your glass), is so much more than a neighbourhood wine bar.
Every dish is a delightful tumble of texture and taste: superficially simple but using bold, bright combinations that elevate them well past the ordinary.
But the stand-out dish of the night – perhaps because it was during that rarest of British things, a balmy summer’s eve – was a dessert billed merely as ‘melon, olive oil, salt’.
Cubes of gleaming, intensely sweet, intensely cold honeydew melon drizzled with a fruity, fragrant olive oil (thus bringing out the melon’s flavour), rock salt (ditto that) and shavings of glacial melon granita.
The final nod goes to the staff, who, when they’re not poking fun at each other’s music tastes (the soundtrack is a shared playlist: anything goes), come fizzing with passion for the food and a genuine love for their customers.