Crudo Shoreditch - (Near City of London, london)

Niklas Hammarstrom Nice little gem on a busy street. We ended up in bar, the place do preferably require a reservation. We had a bit of everything from the menu. The grilled cauliflower was our favourite. We had a shawarma lamb that I expected more flavours from. Also the moroccan carrots was slightly overcooked. We lacked some texture with the food, some crispiness or crunch would have made a good combo.

Mad Buy We saw great reviews of the place and decided to try it out after days of Scottish food. The drinks were tasty, had excellent presentation, and were filled to the rim. Evey dish, from the garlic naan, special fried rice, Green Tikka, Saag Paneer, Butter Chicken, Vegetable Samosa to Chicken Biryani, was savory, hot, and absolutely delicious. The staff was very friendly and courteous. Overall, we are happy to have eaten here on our first night in London.

Jakaria Abu ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Excellent Dining Experience at Cafe Tiffin Cafe Tiffin truly delivers an outstanding Indian dining experience. The food was beautifully presented and packed with rich, authentic flavors. The mixed grill was perfectly cooked—juicy, smoky, and well-seasoned—while the curries were creamy, aromatic, and deeply satisfying. The naan was fresh, soft, and ideal for scooping up every last bit of sauce.

Gloria Jin Came here for a Sunday roast dinner and a pint. We arrived before 5:30 and they had run out of the chicken and lamb, so we ended up getting the beef and mushroom Wellington. The portion of food was great, and it really hit the spot. Service was fantastic!

David Brydon Fantastic meal at Fish central! Our chef was super friendly and attentive, we were given a delicious fish cake as an aperitif on the house. The fish was fresh and perfectly battered, chips were crispy not greasy. We also got the whitebait, which was top notch. We wanted to return, as it was so good, but didnt have enough days!

Libor Koláčný I arrived at Fare expecting a round pizza. A simple, predictable disc. Instead, they brought me this... this enormous, folded, tomato-bleeding leather pouch. It looked like a giant’s lost slipper. My colleagues laughed. "You’ll never finish that," they whispered, as if I hadnt spent years training for this very moment. Poor fools. I attacked the Calzone like a man with a grudge. Prosciutto, mushrooms, cheese—everything tucked inside like a delicious secret. It was a breeze. In fact, it was so easy I had to jump over and finish my colleagues Quattro Formaggi just to feel something. My stomach was 90% dough, I could barely move, and I’ve never been happier. Top marks.