"Windows steamed up and bristling with energy on a wet Wednesday at barely 6 p.m., Cadet diners that look up from chatting over glasses of wine can gawp at the hulking spoonfuls of butter that chef Jamie Smart hoicks into pots of mussels, before closing the lid and letting heat and time perform alchemy. With the assistance of garlic and chunks of stale bread, what emerges is a plate of glisteningly fat orange lads, tasting of the waters they lived in, now bathing in a new tide pool of molten butter. The bread? As pleasingly sopped as those queueing outside, to get in and join the throng. —James Hansen" - Eater Staff