"If you like walking into a buzzing restaurant, sitting in a huge oxblood booth, casually snacking on oysters, ordering spare ribs, steak tartare, honey-fried chicken, and a cheeky bavette before going in on some all-day chicken waffles and a must-order prawn and chicken katsu burger, then mainlining three cocktails aptly entitled Payday, laughing maniacally, ordering a second round of pancakes with ice cream, downing a negroni, then having a nice tipsy sit-down at the cinema next door - well, then you’ll like Notting Hill’s Electric Diner." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing