A lesson in turning myself off sushi for a million years.
God knows why they call it a tavern.
Full on, but in a good way.
Transparency being the father of fabulous dining, I particularly enjoy the window by the toilets, looking into the kitchen.
Savoury sourdough rolls (with ricotta and parmesan).
Grown up drinks and childish food. A great day out.
Lord help you if your initials are ‘Q V Q’.
Remembering 409 with cheese; something else that’s hard not to like.
You don’t have to be sat in the window (or drunk) to enjoy SushiSamba, but it definitely helps.