Crudo means raw. And serving raw fish is the most exposing thing a kitchen can do, because there is nowhere to hide.
Crudo holds a 4.8 from one thousand and fifty-six people, which is among the highest genuine scores in either survey, and it charges thirty to seventy pounds.
And the word means raw, and raw is the hardest thing on any menu.
Nowhere to hide
Cooking is, among other things, a system of concealment.
Heat transforms. A sauce covers. A sear caramelises. Salt, acid, fat and fire will do an enormous amount of work on an ingredient that was not quite good enough, and every professional kitchen in the world knows it and every professional kitchen in the world has used it.
Raw fish will not permit any of that.
You slice it, you dress it lightly, and you put it on a plate – and what arrives is exactly and only what came through the door that morning. If the fish was two days old, everybody in the room will know. If the knife was blunt, the texture will be wrong. If the fishmonger was having an off week, the restaurant is having one too.
Which is why the number matters
A 4.8 across a thousand people, on a menu built around raw fish, is a statement about a supply chain rather than a kitchen.
It means somebody is up early. It means somebody is refusing boxes. It means somebody has a relationship with a supplier that has been built over years and is being protected.
None of that is visible to the customer and all of it is in the number.
We have said in three hundred and fifty-six articles that the star rating measures expectation rather than quality – and we stand by it – but a 4.8 on a thousand covers of raw fish is one of the very few numbers in either survey that is measuring something real about the food.
Crudo, sashimi, ceviche, tartare
They are not the same thing and the differences are the whole subject.
Sashimi is Japanese and it is about the cut – the knife, the angle, the thickness, the muscle. The fish is dressed almost not at all, because the point is the fish.
Ceviche is Peruvian and the acid does the work – lime, over time, denaturing the protein, which is a chemical cooking that requires no heat.
Crudo is Italian and it is about olive oil, citrus and salt, applied with restraint, and it is the most recent of the three to be codified and the most forgiving.
All three exist for the same reason: somewhere, at some point, somebody had a fish so good that cooking it would have been an insult.
Verdict
Exceptional. One of the highest-rated rooms in either survey.
Book. Sit at the counter. Ask what came in today, and order that – which is the only piece of advice this magazine has ever given and the only one it has ever needed.
Why Britain would not eat it
For most of the twentieth century, raw fish in this country was regarded as either dangerous or disgusting or both, and the reason is not squeamishness. It is geography and refrigeration.
Britain is an island with an enormous coastline and, for a very long time, an appalling internal distribution system. Fish that had travelled from a port to an inland town by cart, unrefrigerated, was not fish you would eat raw, and everybody knew it.
So the national fish tradition is battered, fried, smoked, salted or boiled to death – every one of which is a technique for dealing with a fish you do not entirely trust.
The moment the cold chain arrived, the country changed its mind within about twenty years, and now there is a queue.
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Peter Sellers would’ve done this in a flat monotone while slightly cross. Would’ve been perfect.
Someone’s going to send this to their council with no comment. The silence will be powerful.