MODERN FOOD TALES OF ANCIENT GEORGIA
10 HEDDON STreet
A RESTAURANT
CENTURIES IN THE MAKING
From Georgia To London
From the Georgian Caucasus Mountains and the streets of Tbilisi through to the hustle and bustle of London’s Mayfair. DakaDaka is nestled on the renowned Heddon Street, set over two floors with a private dining room. The spirit of Georgia has arrived.
“DakaDaka” is a word difficult to translate to English. It mimics the sounds of fiery conversations most often shared at full dinner tables with close companions after many glasses of wine.
We chose this name because it captures perfectly the spirit of Georgia: passionate, proud, present. Those conversations, overheard or participated in, can only happen in good company, over good food – the ultimate depiction of Georgian hospitality and bonds.
At DakaDaka, we hope for many such moments to unfold in our dining room. All held together by a love of Georgian cooking, hosting and the layered history and culture we draw our inspiration from.
A GEORGIAN DINING ROOM
Welcome to DakaDaka – a modern-day sasadilo [Georgian dining room]. We wanted to create a cosy, Georgian feel – where personality is found in the small touches, not overly-elaborate fittings or shiny features. We see the restaurant as a modern-day viewing platform into Georgian life: rooted in a beloved, ancient culture but entirely forward-looking.
Our restaurant is situated over two floors. On the ground floor, an open-plan kitchen with central hearth, bar, khinkali cauldrons and a wood- burning oven for baking homemade kachapuri sets the scene around which our dining room unfolds. Downstairs, cosier corners, a bar and an intimate dining room for private events. Within both, a warm welcome that encapsulates Georgian’s proud and treasured tradition of hospitality.
Picture this. A dinner table, tightly packed with friends, family members, loved ones. Bowls and plates fill the table. Somewhere, music plays. And then, across the table, an uncle and his best friend start to discuss politics, love and religion. Stakes are high. The exchange is good-natured but heated. Words fly, quicker and quicker. DakaDakaDakaDaka. Passions rise until someone intervenes, handing each of them a shot of Chacha. They smile and cheers, to the laughter of the rest of the table. The debate is over. No winner is declared.
