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9 Opinions in 2 websites
A superb neighbourhood, traditional pub with something thatâs rare these days, a warm welcome from the landlady and her husband. Great selection of well kept beers, eclectic mix of locals, but I do wish the management could reel in the effing and jeffing from certain elements that visit occasionally.
3050 Opinions in 4 websites
Difficile de dĂ©finir le type de cuisine: moyen orientale, europĂ©enne du sud avec un zeste dâAsiatique. Vraiment bravo pour la qualitĂ© de la cuisine, lâefficacitĂ© du service, la chaleur et la sympathie du restaurant et de son personnel.
1139 Opinions in 6 websites
An Exceptional Pub, Despite One Manâs Appalling Beer Decision The moment you step inside, youâre wrapped in an atmosphere of festive warmth and charm. The twinkling fairy lights, the carefully curated dĂ©cor, and the smell of quality ale wafting from the bar all create a truly magical experience. The staff are a credit to the establishment, effortlessly balancing efficiency and friendliness, while the beer selection caters to every palateâfrom the adventurous to the traditional. This is a pub where memories are made. But unfortunately, not all memories are pleasant. Enter the offender: the man who decided to order six pints of Guinness in a pub that practically begs you to try something new. Yes, Iâm talking about you, sirâthe man in the flannel shirt, pictured here with an expression that screams, âYes, I am the problem.â This is a pub that offers a wealth of options. A pub with character, creativity, and craft at its core. And yet, when faced with a glorious lineup of ales, lagers, and seasonal specials, this manâa living embodiment of wasted potentialâchose Guinness. Again. At every pub. His decision has the tragic inevitability of a bad sequel: predictable, unnecessary, and downright disappointing. To make matters worse, his choice wasnât even for himself alone. No, this man took it upon himself to drag his friends down with him, ordering a round of six Guinnesses like some self-appointed arbiter of bland conformity. Who does that? Who looks at a menu brimming with possibilities and says, âNah, weâll just have what we always haveâ? Iâll tell you who: a man whose spirit of adventure has been thoroughly extinguished by the weight of his own bad habits. Dear sir, your Guinness obsession has become a metaphor for everything thatâs wrong with modern drinking habits: safe, predictable, and devoid of imagination. To the pub: I salute you. Your establishment is a triumphâa beacon of quality in an otherwise uninspired world. The staff handled this manâs Guinness debacle with grace, serving him and his friends without a hint of judgement, despite the sheer absurdity of his order. To the offender: next time, look around. Try something seasonal. Be bold. Because if I have to watch you order another Guinness, I might just lose my faith in humanity entirely.
3039 Opinions in 5 websites
Food was lovely, attentive staff at the start but then slowed down and we had to chase for the bill after giving up trying to place a dessert order. Lovely pub, nice atmosphere but please turn down the phone ringing level as it kept interrupting conversation and was a distraction as wasn't answered.
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3407 Opinions in 4 websites
We visited Sherlock Holmes Museum which was next to The Volunteer. We made a reservation as the place is very popular. As a tourist, we wanted to try authentic British food, and so we tried Scotch Egg, Yorkshire Pudding, Fish & Chips, Sunday Roast and Falafel. The restaurant is very particular about allergen so do let them know so that they can prepare your food accordingly. Only drawback is that the toilet is on the 2nd floor. If travelling with elderly, this can be inconvenient and difficult for them to climb the narrow steps & down. Must try when you are around the Baker Street area!
2145 Opinions in 3 websites
Cosy but not pokey. The snug with mostly young, posh types (many of whom French?) with their dogs out on a Sunday afternoon. And I, posh and old, seeing myself in them. Hair touselled, gumbooted, attractive and confident about things I know about while frightened of things I don't. This is a metropolitan England within London, I think, and drain my pint before walking around the corner to have a turmeric latte.