First, diners have to find the door– the only clue is the word “canteen” on a set of buzzers south of Arnold Circus. Margot Henderson’s restaurant began as a simple spot, dishing up lunch to the creatives working in the converted Victorian-school hub next door. And while the plates are still elegant in their simplicity (anchovy toast, ham with celeriac remoulade), there’s something so magical about the atmosphere on a summer’s evening that it feels as if you’re the only one in on Shoreditch’s worst-kept secret.


