And this inspired doggy art of a Mrs PigWoof lying bloody-gutted from a running over (with tennis ball pre-stomach and ready swallowed) on this side of the table, while on the other side there was a more psychedelic beast, multi-coloured and fizzing energy. We
And thanks to the waiter who then also brought us a bonus Limoncello each, which we wolfed down before going on the hunt for more random ancestor-related properties (them) and a comfortable bench in the V&A to prepare for staying awake in the cinema (me).
At 25 quid a head including service (which was excellent) Umut is the best value I've had on Green Lanes recently and well worth considering for a future post-snooker scoffage.
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