Banu Restaurant in City of London, Westminster

Hi the worst resturant in London they never respect ladies they only think about their money and if u complain something they said no it’s fine and quality of food is worst too .The food is so bad and we saw they insult a women in front of everyone when she found something in food and they said what we hav to do .The worst thing is Staff all men don’t know how to talk to customer I request the manager to talk with all staff plz otherwise shut it down . We went outside for good environment not for our insult and who the hell they r insulting ppl Worst people ever.

The woman on the door wouldn’t let me in even though I did nothing wrong. There was another guy who was happily going to let me inside but the woman went up to him and told him not to let me in. Me and my friend asked them why they wouldn’t let me in but they completely ignored us, avoided eye contact, and tried to pretend like we didn’t exist until we walked away. I could not believe how rude the door staff were I’ve never experienced that before.

The place is average and the food variety is also limited. There are too less options as compared o other restaurants in the same locality

Mamá quedó encantada con el chico del frente que empujó y empujó hasta que entró. Mamá tiene pasta con pollo, lo cual estaba bien. Tuve pollo en salsa de champiñones. Mi salsa se había partido y no sabía a nada en realidad. Las patatas fritas estaban grasientas y frías. Comí aproximadamente la mitad de las papas fritas y nada de pollo. La comida era sosa en el mejor de los casos y la mía era horrible. A pesar de que se devolvió una comida casi completa, no se hicieron preguntas por qué. Picados al final de la comida con un cargo por servicio que no nos habían advertido y que no hubiéramos pagado si lo hubiéramos visto. La peor comida italiana que he tenido

We ordered three different pastries. One of those was a pastry filled with salted caramel. The filling had an overwhelming chemical taste. My daughters thought like hand sanitiser or washing up liquid and I felt was almost like paracetamol. It was inedibly. When I returned it, I expected the manager to investigate it by actually tasting - certainly tasting the rest of the pastries from the same batch. He did nothing of the sort; just dramatically binned it and offered me another pastry. I would have thought when someone mentions potential contamination, something should have been done -- even if he thought I was being ridiculous. As I think of it, I am amazed that all the pastries are out on display, uncovered in a cafe in the middle of one of the busiest transport hubs in London. One sneeze, one dirty hand. It would be so easy to cause a sickness. The other pastries were fine, just not noteworthy. The tea was poor. Obviously, I didn't take up the manager's offer of another pastry, but he was kind enough to refund the money for it.