The Westway’s version of the Met bar is a sassy, urban mix of quality global food, well-chosen wines (a dozen by the glass), decent ales and lagers (including Sagres), and a regular agenda of worthwhile sounds, both from the DJ decks and a small, unplugged stage in the corner.
The fact the Metropolitan both regularly hosts buskers and proffers an acceptable chablis says everything about it – this is the kind of place London does very well. To a tower-block horizon backdrop, punters spill out on to the pavement or, in summer, hit the roof terrace.
Without and within is Cash-black, offset by brown banquettes and the constant blur of traffic through the picture windows. Food ranges from rib-eye steak to bacon sandwiches, with two-for-one gourmet burgers at the start of the week.
