Meh. Whatever. Cute, unassuming spot across from EJ Lennox and Henry Pellatt's castle. Portuguese/Mediterranean fare. The restaurant is a nicely decorated house with a drawbridge door. There's a box of tampons in the unisex bathroom. Fancy spot. The kitchen's appearance gives off michelin star vibes, I had to try the food.
The lamb was ok. Well seasoned. Oddly prepared and plated. Wasn't too into it.
The veal/burrata/spaghetti dish was good. The spaghetti was a bit over-cooked, but had brilliant flavour. Veal was nothing great, burrata was wasted in the dish.
The side of Brussel spouts was decent, a tad over-cooked and mushy.
Complimentary olives were simply phenomenal. Best olives I've ever had. Bread was stale, olive oil was nice.
They also provided a ball of deep friend couscous which was sort of nice, at least, interesting, but not much different than deep fried potato.
The restaurant is definitely trying, they take service seriously, sadly the food doesn't match the formalities.