"Turkish spot Firin is filled with groups stretching out their lunch hours, or solo diners speedily working their way through the slow-cooked tandir kebab that pulls apart with little encouragement from a fork. The bright airy room, with deep brown sofa seating and the raging fire of the oven, brings warmth to the otherwise grey surroundings of King’s Cross. And you should know that the name Firin translates to oven, so a crispy lahmacun and cheesy pide are also a must." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, sinead cranna
Aleksandra Boruch
