|Address:||4 Cobb Street|
|London E1 7LB|
|Phone:||020 7247 7325|
Visits to this restaurant ...
|1. 22 Feb 2001|
|Visit Number:||12 (visit 1 of 1 for this restaurant)|
|Date of visit:||22 Feb 2001|
|Cost per head:||£20.00 (2 beers)|
|John||5||7||7||6||6||6||6||7||7||6.3||See John's comments|
|Graeme||5||6||7||5||6||5||6||6||5||5.7||See Graeme's comments|
|Mark||7||7||5||4||6||6||7||6||7||6.1||See Mark's comments|
|Brian||5||6||7||6||6||6||5||6||6||5.8||See Brian's comments|
|Neil||5||5||7||4||6||6||7||7||4||5.7||See Neil's comments|
|Robin||4||3||4||4||5||7||6||6||4||4.9||See Robin's comments|
John - I liked this place. Small and cosy. Service was a bit slow and they missed off the chick-peas (luckily they arrived later free of charge). I was a little disappointed with the Prawn Jalpiaza - could have been a bit tastier. The starter (a sort of sheek kebab) was excellent though. There wasn't such a feeding frenzy at this one due to Mr Blobby's no show.
Graeme - I was a bit uncertain when we first walked up to it but it turned out to be OK. A middle-of-the-road place - not particularly good or bad in any aspect, except the Kingfisher which was good. Graeme (Age: 36)
Mark - Starter too small, nice plastic flowers, too much work talk. How can anyone think I look over 40? They must have been drunk. Overall, a good find. Surprised Robin hadn't noticed it as he seems to know the area.
Brian - Fairly average. Marked down for service as they forgot a couple of things, and for the main course as it was too salty (John's explanation for the saltiness did not make the dish any more appetising either). Ambience improved by some mad tart thinking I was in my 20's. Missed Griff as it is now evident that Chelsea will win f**k all, and Mark is no fun when it comes to Chelsea-bating.
Neil - Liked the rent-o-kill thingy in the loo, not at all worrying! Had to steal the girls loo paper as well, had the rats (not John) got to ours?
Robin - A bit greasy (the [huge] king prawn butterfly was definitely squelchy), but a nice main dish, even if they can't spell Jalfrazi. Very good special rice, of which I am a bit of an afficionado. Ambience was provided by the all usual suspects (hence the low mark) until the drunken blonde arrived and told me I looked 39. I was very happy with her estimate of Mark's 42 venerable years, and would like to suggest a new column denoting "entertainment value" which I would have scored very highly in this case.