"What It Is: A new bigger restaurant from the Bone Daddies lot. Perfect For: Wasting Your Time And Money Like a sailor drawn by siren calls, we were attracted to this glistening new spot. It’s got a sexy interior, an exciting looking open kitchen, and a pisco trolley that you can call with the press of a button. But once the food was in our faces things turned ugly. Our sushi rolls looked and tasted like runners up at a local flower show, they charged us extra to have buns around our baos, and extra again for a crappy little slice of cucumber and lettuce salad, the fried squid was so salty we were unable to eat it, and the £24 short rib did nothing to justify the price. There were some high points. The pisco sours were pretty good, and the chicken wings were really very good (although they were also quite similar to the ones you get at Bone Daddies, only at an inflated price). The Nutella dessert was nice too. Verdict: When Nutella is the highlight of a really pricey meal, you know things are bad." - Sam Collins, Oliver Feldman, Heidi Lauth Beasley, Jake Oliver, Eileen Twum
