"For when you and your broken heart have been hiding from the general public. It’s been seven hours and fifteen days. That’s a collective 367 hours of listening to Sinéad O’Conner in a mermaid blanket you Amazon Primed to your flat. Yes, the break up hit you hard, but it’s pretty much impossible to feel bad when you’re flying high at the bar at The Palomar. This Israeli sharing plates spot in Soho serves some seriously good dishes like octo-hummus, kubaneh, and sea trout tartare. But really it’s the atmosphere and loud tunes that’ll kick any memory of them saying ‘let’s still be friends’ out of your psyche for good. Come here with a couple of great friends, put your name down for a seat at the bar, get sucked into the drama of the buzzy open kitchen, and let The Palomar do the rest." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing
