"From the pictures alone, this Hong Kong-Cantonese spot looks aptly named. There are flickering candles, menus tucked into wooden seat backs, and neutral, unfinished plaster tones. There are also art exhibits, cola-glazed wings, and stewed beef flank with daikon at this blink-and-you’ll-miss-it King’s Cross restaurant. We haven’t been here yet, but want you to know this spot exists." - Sinéad Cranna