"Come to Llama Inn’s Shoreditch rooftop on a sunny day, squint your eyes, hear a server’s American twang and, after a gulp (or four) of sledgehammer pisco sour, you may well think you’re part of the Lena Dunham extended universe. That’s kind of the point of this modern Peruvian restaurant that’s come over . The crowd is unsurprisingly vibe-centric, given its location on top of The Hoxton hotel. Preened sorts, possible influencers, and digital prophets pose for pictures in half-moon booths or on the outdoor terrace, while friends in groups pick at sharing plates. The menu’s glossary, which explains the likes of furikake, aji rocoto, huacatay, and more, goes some way to show the potential of the food. And when things are good here, like with the chicken anticuchos or the scallop ceviche, they are very good. But that can’t be said for everything. The bigger the plates are at Llama Inn, the more forgettable things get. This is OK if you’re in a big cocktail-heavy group (as many people here are), and happy to share lomo saltado and load up scallion pancakes with sopping bits of marinated sirloin, chips, and rice. Still, if you stick to the pisco sours, snacks, and small plates, you’ll be happy. " - Jake Missing
