No Dickie Fitz but chorizo dog dicks in the bustle of Goodge Street. And a gratuitous Ray Wilkins reference.
Coming to review a restaurant when the intervening 48 hours have seen a bacchanalian 60th birthday party and a 6 hour police assisted face off with somebody with mental health issues (not mine (this time at least!)), one could be forgiven for not exactly remembering the details of the cuisine on Friday night.
There was a smattering of familiar faces in the room but the real star in this restaurant was the food.
Shory deliver good food at an affordable price with just enough quirkiness and variety to mark them out from your Wagyermamas or Yos.
First class service and well-executed food make for a winning combination in the dungeons of the Wigmore.
The root cause of La Viña's appeal is that it is run by a team who obviously care about what they do.
A spectacular installation that holds a dialogue with an imperial past and a multi-cultural present.