May I present another restaurant with one very refined menu; just meat and liquor. When I say meat, I mean pretty much only burgers. Juicy, generous and slightly pink, mine was presented on a retro waxy paper with no cutlery, just a useful roll of kitchen paper.
We sat amongst glaring black and red graffiti, decor not for the faint hearted and not, I imagine, an interior grandparents would enjoy.
Music pumped and the atmosphere was edgy. Cocktails flowed and the queue grew throughout the night. We felt like we sat within a London hot spot, the right side of Oxford Street, and I for one, can't wait to go back.