The Dusty Knuckle Bakery — Restaurant in London

If you like a dry bread, with more holes in it that Swiss cheese, salt and grease for days than this is the place for you.

My dear what an abysmal place, over priced hipster nonsense, Capitalisms new outfit. Where if a dude selling the bread is wearing a beanie hat and ankle bashers it must somehow mean the greasy mess that we waited 30mins for is worth £8.5 each for just one sarnie, a sarnie I had to pursue myself and get from the counter rather than it being brought out.

The bacon Sarnie which we had which was the only thing really left on the menu because they had “sold out” almost everything else was outrageously bad. The dry bread that’s full holes stands no chance of stopping or even absorbing the absolute greasy mess called bacon which i add had enough salt for me to grit the roads with.

After waiting half an hour and having to fetch it myself from the counter while the girl faffed around taking to everyone from the sarnie maker to some random bloke on a bicycle I wasn’t best pleased, it was clear the sandwich had been sat in its paper bag for at least ten minutes because once I did finally get it the paper was a total greasy mess and it was luke warm, I hastened to add this was £20 worth of sandwiches one of which had an extra egg added which was clearly cooked in dirty well used oil as the egg itself was completely on brand with being a dirty greasy mess, with lovely black round the edges which is always a clear sign of an egg being cracked in filthy oil.

The pastries on the other hand are quite good though expensive at £4.5 for a single pain au chocolate but you do get a decent one, the cinnamon bun was very good.

Unless you want a quick pasty don’t bother, we all work hard for our money and it’s scandalous that places like this exist because they have cultivated a certain image, I’d urge anyone to just look past all that utter nonsense and see the place and the food for what it is. Big hipster vibes doesn’t mean it’s good it’s simply another marketing tool and bravo because for...

Lo, the trials of man are many, and chief among them is hunger—the relentless summons of the body, which no wealth nor wisdom may silence. And yet, in the streets of London, there exists a place where hunger is met not with mere sustenance, but with artistry, patience, and the triumph of honest labor. This place is called Dusty Knuckle Bakery.

Consider the baker, who rises before the sun, toiling in the dark as the city sleeps. He does not complain, nor does he seek acclaim—his duty is simple, and yet it is divine. For to transform mere flour and water into bread of such exquisite texture and taste is a feat worthy of emperors and poets alike.

Behold the sourdough, its crust crackling like the shield of a seasoned warrior, its interior a testament to time and fermentation, yielding yet strong. It nourishes not only the body but the soul, reminding man that patience is the foundation of all excellence.

The sandwiches, too, are no less than an ode to the gods of flavor. When one consumes the legendary potato sourdough sandwich, layered with ingredients so fresh they seem to mock the passing of time, he is struck by a great realization: the universe, though vast and indifferent, has within it moments of sheer, unquestionable goodness.

The staff labor with purpose, their hands white with flour, their minds free of vanity, for they know that true virtue lies in service to others. They do not pander, nor flatter; they simply present their work and let it speak for itself.

And so I say to you, O seeker of fine things: visit Dusty Knuckle, and be reminded that greatness is not found in excess, but in simplicity perfected. A man in pursuit of wisdom must read the books of the ancients. A man in pursuit of virtue must live with temperance and courage. But a man in pursuit of the greatest sandwich in London must go to Dusty Knuckle.

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I gotta preface this by saying I don't like to leave bad reviews and as someone who has worked years serving in restaurants and cafes I have a high tolerance for bad service as I understand things can go wrong and we all have stuff going on in our personal lives.

A friend was desperate to show me this place because he loved it so much. For me it would have been alright if the person behind the counter wasn't so defensive/messy/rude/disorganised. There were several issues like him being irritated at me for asking for a fresh orange juice (I only asked because it was written on the blackboard behind them), or him being impatient and annoyed when asked what was one of the items on the counter (everything was in paper bags so you couldn't see what they actually were or contained, so was a reasonable question to ask for just one thing). I was cool with it though. I was patient, friendly and smiled the whole time cause I work in a restaurant so I know how there can be stuff going on that the customer doesn't see so assumed they were just having a tough day. But then when I had to remind him to give us the food that we had ordered after waiting for our drinks he was so passive aggressive and condescending that I just lost my sympathy for him. The lady making the drinks was kind though. Its hard to tell after the bad counter service weather the food was good or not. I wasn't into my banana bread, it was oily and kinda sickly and my mate left most of his granola and the honey and feta (I think?) pastry. I work in a restaurant, I get you can have bad days (which is why I gave 2 stars and not one) so maybe I'll come back and give the place another go. But it did kinda come off as pretentious as well as unfriendly and not worth going out of...