The redevelopment of the 67-acre industrial wasteland north of King’s Cross station will take a decade, but construction is cooking along now, and even from square one, Caravan, in the old Granary building, made the changes cool. So basic and industrial-feeling (long blonde tables, canvaslike sheets for window shades, plain metal racks for bar shelves) that it feels like it could be converted to a ceramics shop overnight, Caravan roasts its own coffee, bakes its own goods—the jalapeno cornbread is moist and kicky—and pushes its tapas-size dishes into fun flavor realms like salt beef terrine and chipotle ricotta stuffed into an edible zucchini flower and garnished with fried capers. After dinner, kick back in its front yard in an amphitheater overlooking the Regent’s Canal.