the five fields

five fields was recommended by a friend who said it was not to be missed and we immediately made a reservations on open table (reservations are confirmed with a credit card and 48 hour cancellation policy) we were not disappointed. the veggies are picked from their garden and meats, fish and chicken locally sourced. the diningroomis beautifully decorated with tables positioned with adequate space to allow for a private conversation. the meal was perfectly prepared and served. be prepared though the meal is pricey. reservations should be made early.

follow @hedonisttweets 8-9 blacklands terrace, london sw3 2sp 020 7838 1082/www.fivefieldsrestaurant.com/ who the hell does taylor bonnyman think he is? chef/proprietor of the five fields just off the sloane sq end of the kings rd, had the gall to open his luxe fine dining restaurant last year without letting me know. i had thought my restaurant antennae were operating pretty well but bonnyman, whose c.v. includes the 2 michelin star corton in new york, and his head chef marguerite keogh, from marcus wareing at the berkeley, managed to slip right under my radar… the restaurant is named after the 18th century five fields area of chelsea. there aren’t any fields left thanks to peter jones et al but the rural link is tenuously sustained as the restaurant is supplied from bonneyman’s parents’ kitchen garden in east sussex. they are also bonneyman’s main backers so let’s hope they can afford someone to do the digging. theroomfeels french bourgeois with floral decorative patterns on the walls and suits the comfortably upholstered locals of a certain age who are spending £55 per head for three courses or £80 for a tasting menu. her ladyship and i mixed and matched from the tasting menu with some options being vegetarian but including pre-starters you might expect around eleven plates of food. the pre-starters of a crab tartlet and some quince jelly on a bulgur wheat crisp were both intensely flavoured and very textural, setting a pattern for the meal to come-an impressive start. a bowl of onion consommé tasted like a pure distillation of onion, simultaneously sweet and savoury. shellfish and potatoes-a wonderful seafood cream covered the fregola base.smooth and rich-perfect for the clientele. white asparagus is served with yoghurt and dehydrated capers. the flavour of the asparagus is offset by the lemon tang of the yoghurt. foie gras with tamar

we had the private diningroomand tasting menu. all very tasty and beautiful, but i must say i came away hungry. i had a wine pairing too, which was on the expensive side for an ok pairing of small amounts. i'm finding the uk very disappointing with regards to wine pairings. i'd probably not return not because it was bad but because it was only ok.

the diningroomwas small but beautiful, some serious money had clearly been spent on the place. it was all very elegant but the armchairs sloped backwards however which was a little uncomfortable – it was like sitting on a sun lounger. two options were available; a three course a la carte at £50 or a tasting menu at £75 which is what we went for. some lovely nibbly bits featuring a crab tart, an onion consommé and a shellfish and purple potato mousse got things off to a lovely start. bread was the type that you’d gladly eat all night long. a black olive brioche and a buttermilk roll, all served with slabs of seriously divine butter, were masterfully made. our first course was simply described as ‘roots’ on the menu and that’s exactly what it was, a plate of crispy vegetable roots that had a moreish sweetness about them. who’d have thought it eh? foie gras, plum and almond was a simple blend of flavours but one which worked really well. it helped that the fatty foie was of splendid quality. orkney scallop, turnip and smoked eel were insanely good; the smoked eel tasted like bacon and went brilliantly with the scallop.

this was actually the second time i'd sat down in the diningroomat five fields. unfortunately on our first visit a power cut meant no sooner had we got settled than a very apologetic front of house had to find us a short notice table elsewhere; a very minor inconvenience for us (particularly considering the alternative was the wonderful medlar) but a disaster for them, losing an evening's full house of bookings and god knows how much food spoilage. this isn't actually the first time i've had a booking cancelled because of a power cut - it seems to happen in soho a hell of a lot; maybe it's the rats - and i'm reliably informed that compensation from the energy companies is rare to completely non-existant. which seems desperately unfair.

anyway a return date was soon found and here we finally were, nibbling on pleasant amuses of foie gras paté and fresh crab. i can't remember many canapés that have really set my heart racing; it seems to me that you'd be silly to waste an opportunity to start dinner with a bang, and yet most restaurants seem to settle for a couple of mouthfuls of comfort food. which isn't to say they weren't welcome, of course, just a bit disappointing.

pre-starter of onion consommé continued the theme; nice but fairly ordinary. the cube of soft gruyere had a gentle earthy flavour and having a chunk of sweet pickled onion floating around was at least unusual, but the broth itself was really no better than the french onion soup at zedel, a restaurant with no pretentious to fine dining and - to say the least - in a rather different price bracket.  

but then the bread arrived and all of a sudden the journey was worth it. this buttermilk-based invention is, without a shadow of a doubt, the best house bread i've encountered in a very long time, although perhaps it's not technically "bread" at all, more of a savoury pastry. inside a brittle, golden brown crust were soft curls of soft, sweet brioche, steaming warm from the oven, just the most perfect texture inside and out. alain ducasse once famously said he deliberately serves cold, sub-premium bread at his restaurants because he doesn't want people filling up before the proper dishes arrive. this is probably just an excuse for being rubbish at bread, but i can kind of see his point - i could have happily eaten 10 of these and nothing else and still gone home happy.  

another little extra course, this time beetroot done a number of different ways. it was very pretty, colourful and with an artistic arrangement of various geometric shapes, but the success or not of the whole enterprise rather depends on your attitudes towards beetroot. and to that end, i'm afraid i'm not that much of a fan. i don't hate beetroot any more than i hate parsnip or sweet potato or turnip, but it's not exactly a death row vegetable is it. still, enjoyable enough.  

rather a lot, then, was resting on the starter courses proper. first - huge, meaty orkney scallops crusted with toasted pistachio and surrounded by various forms of cauliflower, and these were very good indeed; not just the scallops themselves which were perfectly seared golden brown leaving the bright white flesh inside firm and tasty, but cauliflower is always a good match for scallops and the textures of veg made all kinds of interesting crunch and contrasts.  

my own dish "rockpool" is a five fields signature dish of sorts, and certainly comes with plenty of fanfare. it's presented in two parts, the first "cold" stage consisting of a bowl of seafood granita and a slate of various shapes and techniques of caviar, sea urchin, smoked eel, you name it. it's a dish that was more admirable than enjoyable. bits of it were very nice - i loved the oyster (i think it was anyway) bowl with the citrussy granita on top, and the best item on the slate was a sweet glazed bit of mackerel, rich and rewarding. my problem with it all was only that the flavours and aromas were a bit too reminiscent of an actual stagnant rockpool; evocative and technically impressive maybe, but still not exactly what you'd usually consider dinner. the next stage, some good firm langoustine tails in a slightly oversour seafood sauce, had a similar curate's egg quality.  

between the starters and main was this, the first time i've ever had a dish served on a 400-million-year-old ammonite fossil. if only the food had been as interesting, as what was inside these neat green spheres was a mouthful of the kind of everyday apple sauce you might have with your pork chop. i mean i'm sure it wasn't, but it certainly tasted no different.  

red grouse was, i'm fairly certain, cooked sous-vide because there was no nice bubbly skin, in fact no sign of a direct heat source of any kind, just two tranches of medium-rare breast meat surrounded by neat chunks of winter vegetables. there is a time and a place for sous-vide cooking, i'm certainly not totally against it in all situations, but when i compare the golden brown, crisp-skinned birds fresh out of the oven at, say, racine to these characterless lumps of salted rubber, well, there's no contest. it seems to me that too often sous-vide is a technique used for the benefit of the kitchen more than the enjoyment of the customer, and though i can appreciate consistency is at least more important in a fine dining environment than in a neighbourhood bistro, it should never be priority number one.  

cornish turbot, hiding here under a clever piece of dried skin, was by all accounts a more enjoyable main course. pan-fried to a nice dark exterior, the inside firm and fresh, there was little to complain about. i'm not entirely sure raw blackberries are a perfect accompaniment to anything other than a fruit salad, but that could just be me.  

this miniature bowl of foam was presumably a palate-cleanser of some kind, as it was quite surprisingly bitter and not entirely fun to eat but admittedly did zap our tastebuds back into the middle of next week.  

finally the desserts. mine was a mango, peanut, celery and buttermilk affair, a dairy-style arrangements of different forms and textures but lacking something - salt? sugar? heart? it was perfectly pleasant, but entirely forgettable, a sign of a kitchen whose interests quite clearly lay elsewhere.  

i think the other dessert was called orchard, as it consisted of coils of fresh apple in an apple sorbet, with some bits and pieces of ice cream and doughnut things. it also felt like a refugee from a much cheaper restaurant; this kind of thing is done better by any of those new-wave british garden restaurants like picture, the dairy or toast, and for little more than a fiver.  

five fields is, and will more than likely remain no matter what i have to say on the matter, an incredibly popular little restaurant. plenty of people have had enough of a good time at this cozy spot just off kings road to regularly propel it to the top of more than one 'readers favourites' list on sites like tripadvisor, and whatever you think about those lists they must at least have a loose relationship with the truth. i just honestly wish i felt the same - dishes swung between oddly timid (sous-vide grouse, scallops and cauliflower) and recklessly experimental ("rockpool"), never often stopping at enjoyable along the way, and for the prices being charged "enjoyable" is really the least you could ask. most likely, five fields just isn't for me. and all said and done, i'm sure that's the least of their worries.

this was actually the second time i'd sat down in the diningroomat five fields. unfortunately on our first visit a power cut meant no sooner had we got settled than a very apologetic front of house had to find us a short notice table elsewhere; a very minor inconvenience for us (particularly considering the alternative was the wonderful medlar) but a disaster for them, losing an evening's full house of bookings and god knows how much food spoilage. this isn't actually the first time i've had a booking cancelled because of a power cut - it seems to happen in soho a hell of a lot; maybe it's the rats - and i'm reliably informed that compensation from the energy companies is rare to completely non-existant. which seems desperately unfair. anyway a return date was soon found and here we finally were, nibbling on pleasant amuses of foie gras paté and fresh crab. i can't remember many canapés that have really set my heart racing; it seems to me that you'd be silly to waste an opportunity to start dinner with a bang, and yet most restaurants seem to settle for a couple of mouthfuls of comfort food. which isn't to say they weren't welcome, of course, just a bit disappointing. pre-starter of onion consommé continued the theme; nice but fairly ordinary. the cube of soft gruyere had a gentle earthy flavour and having a chunk of sweet pickled onion floating around was at least unusual, but the broth itself was really no better than the french onion soup at zedel, a restaurant with no pretentious to fine dining and - to say the least - in a rather different price bracket. but then the bread arrived and all of a sudden the journey was worth it. this buttermilk-based invention is, without a shadow of a doubt, the best house bread i've encountered in a very long time, although perhaps it's not technically "bread" at all, more of a savoury pastry. inside a brittle, golden brown crust were soft curls of soft, sweet brioche, steaming warm from the oven, just the most perfect texture

five fields was how this part of chelsea was described on an 18th century map of the area, though it is hard to imagine that these days in a location that is a short walk from sloane square. as of may 2013 it is now home to a restaurant of that name, has a youthful chef/owner with the wonderful name taylor bonnyman, who is british with an american mother, and who worked at corton in new york. the actual head chef is marguerite keogh, who has worked at marcus wareing at the berkeley. it is on the site of former spanish restaurant el blason, but this was no lick of paint makeover, with a new basement being dug out as part of an eighteen month building project; clearly some serious investment has been made.

the wine list had over 200 choices, ranging in price from £29 to £495, with a median price of £68 and a average mark-up of 2.7 times retail price. example wines were heathcote greenstone vineyard syrah 2009 at £52 for a wine that you can buy in the high street for £19, cristom vineyard jessie pinot noir 2008 at £98 for a wine that will cost you £37 in the shops, and antinori tignanello 2009 at £145 for a wine that retails at £65.

the diningroomseats just forty diners, and is smartly decorated, with panels of patterned duck-egg blue tiles. tables were dressed with proper white linen tablecloths, chairs having cream upholstery. the tables, some an unusual oval shape, were fairly well spaced, though the wooden floor means that noise levels are a little high when busy, as it was on the evening that we visited. at least the volume of the music being played was low. three courses were priced at just £45, a tasting menu at £65, a level that probably reflects the early days of the restaurant.

a plate of nibbles included gougeres whose choux pastry was a little hard but had good cheese flavour, tomato pain perdu, and salt beef with mustard and pickled cucumber (5/10). a bay and cape gooseberry tonic then appeared in a little bowl; i am not sure what the point of this was. breads were made from scratch and comprised sourdough, black olive roll and campaillou. these were very good, the olive bread having deep olive flavour, the sourdough a light, airy texture and good crust (6/10).

orkney scallops were seared and accurately cooked, having enjoyable inherent sweetness. these were served with cauliflower and pistachio, the latter giving an interesting contrast of texture (6/10). “the garden” was a prettily arranged dish of vegetables from the sussex farm of the owner. here artichokes, asparagus, beetroot, courgettes, radishes and cauliflower were paired with purees of morels, cep and aubergine and garnished with edible flowers. this was an elaborate and unusual dish, perhaps taking inspiration from the gargouillou dish of michel bras (5/10).

the only technical slip of the meal came with the main course of dover sole, horseradish cream, butter emulsion, apple foam and oyster leaves. the fish was cooked sous-vide, and for whatever reason by the time the plate arrived the fish was barely warm. the horseradish cream was a good accompaniment, but dover sole is too good an ingredient to be wasted in this way (3/10). my chicken (cotswold white) was much better, the breast meat nicely cooked, the leg cooked as confit and served with charred leeks, a slow-poached hen yolk and brown almond puree. this was a very successful dish (5/10).

pastry chef chris underwood worked with tom aikens before this, so clearly has a good pedigree. he does seem to enjoy putting shrubbery in many of his desserts, as illustrated with a pre-dessert of lemon thyme financier, apple puree and tarragon sorbet. the textures were fine and the financier well made, but ignoring my own dislike of hedgerow-infested desserts, are apple, lemon thyme, and tarragon a logical and appealing pairing of tastes? not for me (2/10).

better was strawberries and cream served with champagne sabayon and italian shortbread with spiced strawberry jam. this was a sophisticated take on the classic flavour combination of strawberries and cream; the biscuit went well with the fruit, the sabayon was elegant and the elements worked well as on overall dish (5/10). my dessert involved rhubarb cannelloni, saffron custard roulade, rhubarb sorbet, rhubarb jell and salted milk crumble with candied pistachios. the trouble was that the cannelloni was soggy, and the rhubarb was surprisingly lacking in acidity, so the overall effect did not work that well, though the candied pistachios were a nice touch (3/10). coffee, a nespresso black ristretto blend, was good (£3.50 a cup). this came with good passion fruit marshmallow and a nicely made white chocolate with cocoanut and lime, amongst other petit fours.

service throughout the evening was very good. our waiter was that rarest of creatures: an english waiter in london, and he was attentive and helpful. the bill came to £112 a head with a bottle of jj prum and pre-dinner drinks. if you stuck to modest wine then a total bill around £75 a head would be possible. overall, although not everything worked perfectly, the five fields was certainly a nice change from the achingly trendy restaurant openings that have dominated the london scene recently. the menu had appealing dishes, the ingredient quality was good and the cooking technique generally of a high standard.

five fields is a modern british restaurant in south kensington. i went there on a friday evening with marieke, josh and my boyfriend. the restaurant is located just off the main road in a nice house. the chef patron is  taylor bonnyman and the head chef is marguerite keogh and they cook food with an emphasis on native british artisanal produce. they can do this as they have their own herb and vegetable garden in east sussex overseen by a lady that previously looked after the garden at le manoir aux quat’ saisons which i have seen and which was extremely impressive.  their garden has more than a hundred herbs, many of which are very rare or nearly forgotten as well as the freshest and most seasonal produce. even though they said they are a british restaurant i did see a bit of asian influence in their food. the diningroomis intimate with a dominating pal

one of my favourite meals of the year, perfect from bread to dessert! rating: 5/5 price: 3 courses for £45pp, tasting menu for £65pp cuisine: modern european dinner at the five fields was unexpectedly amazing, so good that i’d make sure to return as many times as possible, especially i now think it’s the best restaurant in my neighbourhood. if they don’t get a michelin star i’d be surprised. the restaurant opened in may 2013 and has already received many great reviews from bloggers and critics. it remains a very local neighbourhood restaurant, all the guests were local, no business suits anywhere in sight and non of the posh chelsea vibe. i was however, the youngest person in theroom(i’m 26), 90% of the people were over 50s, who all praised how great the food was! the restaurant located right next to kings road, it has the perfect location next to peter jones for after shopping. sadly, they don’t offer lunch service and dinner tends to be booked up a week in advance so