"Lying on the grass takes it out of you, and big bags of crisps don’t eat themselves. So after a lazy day, inject some energy by wandering into Sporting Clube De Londres and serenading a grilled sardine or two. Fuelled by Whitney Houston singalongs and glugs of vinho verde, there’s a sun-kissed energy that always turns this Notting Hill social club into a ruckus." - rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, sinead cranna
"Sporting Clube De Londres feels like a holiday restaurant that’s fallen off the Westway and decided to plug in its disco lights, fire up the grill for piri-piri chicken, and get going anyway. It’s impossible not to love this Portuguese party in Notting Hill. Families and friends fill this social club, middle-aged crooners on stage maintain the sing-a-long atmosphere, and a plate of chargrilled sardines and hand-cut chips is the perfect fuel for post-dinner dancing." - jake missing, daisy meager, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley
"This Portuguese social club turns into an unmissable vinho verde and beer-fuelled sing-a-long on Friday and Saturday nights. Piri-piri chicken and grilled fish line the long banquet tables at Sporting Clube De Londres, disco lights swirl, and someone belts out Frank Sinatra on stage. That said, if a quiet bowl of cataplana (Portuguese fish stew) is more your pace, swing by for lunch or bingo on a Sunday." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna
"Wandering into Sporting Clube De Londres on a Friday night feels like crashing the peak hours of a stranger’s wedding—only one where you’re welcomed with gluggable vinho verde and plates of grilled sardines. At the Portuguese canteen in Notting Hill, disco lights orbit the room while Aretha Franklin is belted out on the mic, and friends and family sway in and out of rhythm. If dancing isn’t your thing, pitch up by the fruit machines with a cold pint and a bowl of piping hot chips." - rianne shlebak, jake missing, sinead cranna, daisy meager, heidi lauth beasley
"If you’ve only ever successfully struck up a conversation with a stranger during the 8pm glory haze of a wedding party—comparing your Holiday Inn rates as a four-piece butchers Ed Sheeran is empowering, what can we say—then this Portuguese canteen with a banquet hall set-up should be your chat motivator of choice. There’s a perma-crooner on the mic, hearty plates of frango de churrasco on the tables, and a high probability you’ll get on with your new Lisbon by way of Notting Hill family." - heidi lauth beasley