Let’s think about that, while ignoring the euphemisms. What do they do?
Bone Daddies? No.
Bones and daddies?
They are the daddies of bones. Like the idea that daddies are the overlords and bones are what everyone wants.
So what do these guys do with their bones?
They stick them in a soup. And then they make the soup over a long period of time. And the magical bones give the soup loads of flavour.
So, now you know about Bone Daddies, you will be asking, what kind of soup do they do? Cream of tomato?
Not a Mortal Kombat lightning god. It’s a big noodle soup with loads of tasty ingredients in this case. Ramen means different things in different parts of Japan, but from here, it’s big bowls of soup thickly laden with bits of animal and things. And the soup….. is made of bones (and water)!
So, you get there, on 31 Peter Street and it is pure theatre. Shoulder length curtains hang in front of the door as you sweep in like it’s some kind of upside-down cowboy saloon bar. And then you get a seat if you are lucky (get there early). And then you take stock of the accoutrements on the table and there is so much. Plastic bibs. Chopsticks by the millions. Napkins. AND, garlic crushers. Not what you get on a restaurant table normally. YES. Garlic crushers. And pickled garlic. And then there is this other jar of something. Long and black. Could it be vanilla? Perhaps leeches for a bit of blood sucking while you eat. Nope. It’s hair bands. HAIR BANDS. I know. They are letting you know that lunch is going to be messy.
So don’t go there if you have an important meeting in the afternoon and you aren’t confident about your ability to eat messy soup.
But do go there if you want amazing.
After the theatre and the excitement, you have to choose some food. And the menu isn’t massive, but don’t miss the specials. I did.
But you know what? I didn’t care. The Spicy Miso Ramen was, well….it had pork neck! I didn’t even think pigs had necks. But they do! They are walking round all day sticking their necks out apparently. And, like my ultimately disappointing meal at Cay Tre, these guys know how to cook an egg. And there were big old peppers on there. And bone! Chicken bone broth.
And, deep-breath. Watermelon drink! Yep, say no more.
Wagamama came to mind and then I decided it was, euphemistically, boned. This was FOOD! It had flavour! And I could have crushed garlic all over it, but it tasted so good I didn’t want to upset the flavours that had been put together so carefully.
It was amazing. So many individual flavours that all went together well but at the same time all tasted amazing on their own. In a big soup bowl. All together. And the textures. All different. And all amazing. By the end I was licking the bowl, which was a bit embarrassing (but only for those people who aren’t bone daddies!)
Yes, there were a million staff and yes, you could tell that they knew their food was amazing, but hey, if the food’s that good, who cares?
So, Bone Daddies? Yes! Ossified!
Time out – 1 hour
Change from a tenner – none – 6.20 from £20
Obscure name - 0