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You asked, and so here it is—a scathing takedown of this overpriced, underwhelming joint that somehow manages to insult both your taste buds and your wallet.
' Price gouging at its finest
• Every steak is a “minimum 200 g” of Tajima beef, salted and peppered—yet the a‑la‑carte menu makes no bones about charging you premium prices for the privilege
• Expect to shell out £400–£750 per head with wine—a calculation so ludicrous it seems spun from a billionaire’s fever dream
🥩 Food quality so-so—barely justifies the hype
• Tajima beef, aged up to 56 months, grilled theatrically on binchotan charcoal—is the kind of shtick you’d find in a gimmicky show, not on a Michelin plate ().
• Main courses are nothing more than salted-and- –peppered slabs; where’s the finesse, the complementary sauces, the seasoning complexity? Nada.
🚶♂️ Service that matches the arrogance of the price
• Staff treat you like you owe them gratitude for deigning to show up—expect cold detachment, rote lines, and zero curiosity about your enjoyment.
• If you dare ask a question, they retort like snooty showroom sales reps, as though you just offended their ancestors.
🍽️ Ambience: fancy décor, zero soul
• Sure, it’s Mayfair, sure it’s “exclusive,” but overpriced elegance means nothing without atmosphere. It’s like dining in a sterile jewelry box—flashy, but lifeless.
• Hidden in the loo? Cherry-blossom wallpaper and pretentiousness go together like ketchup and caviar—pointless, wasteful, and mildly nauseating.
🏁 Final verdict
Avoid this place unless you’re hunting for:
1. A dumb flex for your Insta.
2. Boredom served on a platter.
3. A dinner so expensive it hurts.
This isn’t “fine dining”—it’s fine on paper. Reality? A cockroach masquerading as a gourmet experience, with a price tag that suggests if you believe the hype, they don’t care if you walk out disappointed.
🔥 TL;DR
• £750/head, for… stale steak.
• Waitstaff with attitude.
• Décor that suffocates any sense of warmth.
Take your money, and literally anywhere else—at least you’ll leave feeling full, appreciated, and not fleeced.
