Soulful dishes from the Lebanese kitchen of Amoul’s Hideaway make Jay nostalgic for proper home cooking
Amoul’s Hideaway is very obviously a restaurant. There are tables and chairs and a list of dishes for diners to choose from. A central communal table is surrounded by smaller ones, both inside and out, all tablecloth-free, and as dusk falls on a summer’s evening candles gutter and flare in glass holders. But it is also something else. It is an act of memory. It is the way one Lebanese woman, who settled in London with her English husband more than a quarter of a century ago, has chosen not to let the very essence of who she is fade away.
