Boopshi’s, London – schnitzel & spritz

Set on Windmill st, just off Tottenham Court rd, Boopshi’s was relatively quiet on a Saturday afternoon, and a thoroughly pleasant place for a late lunch. It’s bright and airy in a way that “modernized Austrian schnitzel joint” just does not suggest. It’s more style bar than beer cellar, and I absolutely do mean that in the good way. It’s tasty.

Boopshi's exterior

Eating in London, I seem to wind up at these mildly-ridiculous monoconcept noshing houses. As a grotesque self-parody, I’m ok with this, and Boopshi’s is another good one. So was Bubbledogs, who only serve champagne and hot dogs, and you can probably guess what Garlic and Shots do. They’re on the list for next time.

Boopshi’s serve schnitzel and spritz. Schnitzel and spritz are good, and we had plenty of both on our trip round central Europe last year. Oh, they have other things too, things I’d like to go back and try, but the stars are the schnitzel and spritz.

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Spätzle

I first ate spätzle in Austria, at 7 Stern Brau. There, I decided two things: I would cook it when I got home, and I would accept the anglicised spelling “spaetzle”. It’s just less fiddly to type. Sorry Austria.

Spätzle with roasted vegetables and merguez sausages

Anyway, kaese spaetzle is the classic – little baked noodle thingies slavered with melted cheese and bacon, crispy fried onions scattered over the top. It’s bliss. Both as comfort food and a path to coronary heart disease, it shits all over macaroni cheese.

But with that (and a recent light-hearted ticking off for the amount of cheese I eat) ringing in my ears, I thought I’d try something lighter. Spaetzle will slot into a good majority of the recipes I’ve seen for gnocchi or pasta. So why not a light fresh tomato sauce?

Well, because I’ve a short but sticky history of fucking up spaetzle, that’s why.

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