The sort of invisible hidey-hole you have to be told about, tiny little Ducksoup feels like “your” spot. The metal grille on the windows, world-weary checkerboard flooring, and life-beaten walls make it look like a greasy cafe that would sling a fry-up at you, but instead, there’s a funky wine list and solid, whole-food selections, which change daily, such as grilled artichoke with lemon and capers, ricotta gnudi (cheese dumplings), and chargrilled bream. The owners invite you to browse the collection of vintage vinyl records and put on something you like. Ducksoup serves a version of London that went out with Thatcher, but the cuisine sits solidly within London’s 21st-century gustatory passions.