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"An eccentric, visually over-the-top Notting Hill project that feels intentionally daft: interiors mix an overbright chandelier, municipal-green paint, faux trophy heads and portraits of Elvis and Dolly Parton, while a bemusing, hip wine list seems curiously disconnected from the food. The menu lacks coherent narrative and seldom delivers — lamb meatballs are the faint high point, while dishes descend into marshy, overloaded risotto with rubbery Manchego and flatbreads that assault the palate (notably a salt-beef, sauerkraut and mustard ‘Reuben’ and a tandoori-chicken with curried hummus that reads like a fridge-afterparty concoction). Singular and comical rather than hateable, the place is a stubborn, copper-bottomed weirdo that nevertheless provokes bemused fascination." - George Reynolds