"This slip of a tapas bar is still one of London’s most transportive dining rooms, and after some pitch-perfect gildas, lamb chops in a slick of anchovy butter, and fried chickpeas that will go down in handfuls rather than forkfuls, it’s time for ice cream. Malaga raisins, tempered by cream but still poppingly sweet, mingling with a judicious glug of Pedro Ximenez sherry that takes everything across to Spain in the dip of a spoon." - Emma Hughes, James Hansen
