From Russia with love:
Trojka, Primrose Hill


Welcome to Trojka. (Bless you). An authentic Russian tea room in the heart of pretty Primrose Hill, which transports you to another world when you step, (or stumble) inside. I stumbled, because I accidentally trod on my friend Gemma’s foot, but I don’t think she or the waitresses noticed. (I am lighter than air and very graceful.)

With the deep rich colours, simple dark furniture, gold, sparkly trinkets, mirrors and smatterings of Russian dolls, it’s a little bit like stepping into your grandmother’s keepsake jewellery box. If your grandmother was Russian. 

The menu is extensive, (you’ll need some time) weird and wonderful, with real deal Russian and Eastern European dishes such as Bigos, Stroganoff, Goulash and Goloubtsy (bless you) taking centre stage. 


Smoked Salmon Belinis


We couldn’t make up our minds so had a peculiar selection of Bouillon, (Russian chicken soup with noodles), Salmon Blinis (buckwheat pancakes) and chicken liver with egg, onion and gherkins (exactly what it says it is). All of which were completely delicious. Gemma then had a double espresso, which impressed me no end. (No idea why I find espresso drinking impressive, but I do. So grown up.)


It’s a super spot and a big hit amongst the locals. I’ve never not been able to get a table, but I hear it’s a bit of a squeeze for brekky on the weekends. 

No CocoPops though. When in Russia…order Coulibiak. (Bless you).


Trojka
101 Regent’s Park Road
NW1 8UR
020 7483 3765



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