"Those of faith travel all around the world to holy sites. It’s the same for offal enthusiasts and St. John. The all-white Clerkenwell restaurant is pilgrimage-worthy and, like the Vatican, you can walk away with plenty of merch to show your worship. The temple of nose-to-tail British cooking never disappoints. A changing menu can see any number of dishes that would please someone with aspirations to live alone in a forest. Slick devilled kidneys on toast, plump faggots with suede, and perhaps a lamb tongue for good measure." - jake missing