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Judging by the empty tables on a Thursday evening, something has gone off the boil at this once-buzzing eaterie. Which is a shame, as the modern styling (bright marble tables, dark wood floors, glitzy chandelier, retro photographs) and fuss-free Greek menu (mezédes, grills, wraps, fries) have the kind of straightforward appeal that works best accompanied by the sound of clinking beer bottles and raucous laughter.
Our waiter appeared disoriented, and the kitchen didn’t seem to be 100% with it either. Tyrópitta had the makings of a good meze (quality feta, a nice hit of mint), but was so undercooked it fell apart. Of a selection of dips only the tzatzíki passed muster. Prawn and lamb wraps were merely passable (good authentic gyro-style flatbreads, so-so fillings, a lack of spice in the ‘spicy’ sauce), and a portion of excellent oregano-speckled chips arrived long after the rest of the meal had been finished.
We’d like to think we hit an off night and that with a bit more effort in the kitchen, this place might recapture some of its buzz – but for now, the experience is more miss than hit.