Every now and then you come across something that's so good you don't want to tell others. No fancy table settings, no chandeliers hanging overhead, nor is their comfortable leg room and It's in the wrong end of a busy south London street not known for fine dining. It's not pretentious nor overpriced but no compromise is made on the freshness of the menu. It's so intimate it's like walking into someone's front room. It has most things that you see in very expensive Lebanese restaurants but the taste is far superior and the dent in your pocket is not worth mentioning.
My only concern is that it's been hijacked by a group of people who can't be bothered to make breakfast, lunch or dinner at weekends. I want to tell them to go home and stay indoors so I can pop in without having to book weeks in advance.
This place also proves that restaurants can survive in recession. All they need is good food.