Art-filled setting for robata-grilled fish, raw-bar items & more
Berkeley Square House, Berkeley Square, London W1J 6BR, United Kingdom Get directions
£100+ · Menu
"The Verdict: A waste of time, money, and a nice outfit. The clubstaurant of all clubstaurants, Sexy Fish’s reputation reaches far beyond this city. You don’t come to this Berkeley Square spot looking for value for money, or in search of London’s best sushi. This is an OTT, Damien Hirst gyrating mermaid art-filled restaurant with velvet jacket-wearing waitstaff who look like they’ve had a permanent headache since their first shift. Probably thanks to the DJ whose job it is to make any conversation about how underwhelming the crispy duck is impossible to hear." - sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, jake missing, heidi lauth beasley
"Imagine you’re at a party. You’re not sure you know the venue. It’s a professionally organised thing. Not the Met Gala, no Wintour or Chalamet here. But there’s a statue of a gyrating mermaid and some decent tuna tataki. The DJ is playing Katy Perry while she stands behind him holding an Iberico pork rib. The room is shimmering but you can see Rita Ora in a booth. Somewhere, just in earshot, Olly Murs tells a bloke from TOWIE that he “has great banter”. It dawns on you. You’re on Berkeley Square. You’re in Sexy Fish." - jake missing, sinead cranna, heidi lauth beasley, rianne shlebak
"You wouldn’t come to Sexy Fish to spend your own money. Unless you have lots of it and a warped interest in wasting it in Mayfair’s tackiest restaurant. This is a place to be taken to, once. To laugh when the DJ comes out but to leave soon afterwards. Because eating crab and bone marrow covered in a cement-like truffle sauce, while listening to 'Beefa-style house, is only fun for so long. But if you’re with someone who really wants to party and peruse a menu, this is the place." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing
"Sexy Fish is a real mood. The mood being ‘I’m fucking fantastic and about to spend enough money to get an alarmed text from Monzo’. This seriously flash restaurant and late night bar in Mayfair has some pretty bang average food, but the kind of setting that’ll make your ex think you’ve moved onto a better life with a family of rich, gold-wielding mermaids. Come here in the evening to laugh at the DJ and inevitably refer to yourself as NO 1 SEXY FISHHH on the internet after your fourth cocktail." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing
"Although it only opened in Mayfair a few years ago, Sexy Fish feels like a party restaurant from a bygone era. It’s all hair gel, discarded tit tape, and men who use the word ‘banter’ in a police statement. For one hour or maybe even one night, it can be okay. Fun, maybe? But once your cocktails wear off, it will hit you. The DJ playing Swedish House Mafia. The £30 gyoza. The dancing mermaid by Damien Hirst. The dirtiness. The dejection. Instead of Sexy Fish, go to:Bob Bob Ricard (a gold-detailed glitz-cave complete with press for champagne buttons); or, Brigadiers (a whisky vending machine, cocktail on tap, Indian barbecue playground in the City)." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing
