Our arrival was greeted with a Dickensian swarm. Nevertheless, this at least guaranteed decent service. That was until a Russian oligarch arrived and then service at our table was as if we were in Fawlty Towers. However, the food was good, although excessively complicated. This was a shame, especially given the area's fantastic primary ingredients. In short, we ate better and more honestly at every other restaurant in the area - without the initial and very false Uriah Heap charm. Lastly, the little statues of street urchins on each table really should be binned.
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