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Manteca
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Hanging outside of Manteca is the carved face of a pig. It’s got a bit of Old Major, the burly boar from Animal Farm, about it. “All men are enemies. All animals are comrades.” You know the swine. There’s an assured look on its face as people come and go from the Shoreditch restaurant underneath, all eager to prove those words right by devouring crispy blocks of ciccioli, or deep-fried pig’s head. It’s a hyped restaurant. Italian-influenced with British produce. Nose-to-tail cooking. It ticks those boxes and has a bit of a revolutionary tic itself—brown crab cacio e pepe just like nonna never made it. Accomplished, comforting, and just a little creative.
After its prolonged Soho residency Manteca clearly knows what it’s doing. This is a restaurant that’s gone out on loan and is ready to play in the big leagues. Its Shoreditch home is big. Massive, in fact. Tables, booths, counter seating, upstairs, downstairs—you name it, it’s got it. This means everyone’s here. Self-facilitating media nodes crowding into booths for lunches over pappardelle duck ragu. Early days relationships, hiding parts of themselves but sharing focaccia. Counter-cruisers ordering two plates of this, two glasses of that, in and out.
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Sizing up means losing other things, and the oat-toned Shoreditchness of this spot isn’t quite as low-lit-and-lean-in as Manteca’s old temporary home. Maybe it’s just busier. More people are here eating sea bass, duck, and other animals. Importantly, more people are here just pigging out. And that’s what you should be doing, though we think sharing smaller plates and pasta is the way to do it—and that also keeps the bill around £30 a head without wine. The house-cured salumi, Rizla-thin, is essential. It’s not easy turning a plate of sliced meats into something sexy but Manteca manages it with suggestively see-through prosciutto. As for the pasta, well, that’s where you should go hard. Duck fat pangrattato on top of ragu is a flourish that even the most hardened traditionalist will eulogise over.
Given Shoreditch’s propensity to attract pillocks, there’s something affirming about Manteca. It’s assured and confident, but it doesn’t feel the need to stuff that down your throat or feed you in a ball pit. There’s a stylishness in its quiet straightforwardness and, whether you’ve got four legs or two legs, that’s the sign of a very good restaurant.
Food Rundown
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House-Cured Salumi
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Fried Ciccioli
Pig Skin Ragu
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Brown Crab Cacio e Pepe
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Duck Ragu
Pork Chop