You wouldn't notice this place—it's on a corner site in East London, the white-washed interior filled with bare chunky tables and chairs—though you can smell it (garlic and warm olive oil) halfway down the street. The menu is bald, almost terse, and divided into Pig (the charcuterie is excellent), Plancha, Raw, Slow-Cooked, Pudding (read: dessert), and Cheese. The food is a mixture of old-fashioned French, Italian, and Spanish. Come here if you're yearning for clams in fino, cassoulet, allioli, and romesco sauce. The word "gutsy" really does apply. The sourcing is excellent, the clientele are young (though don't let that put you off if you're not), and there's always a contented buzz.