Lebaneats

Nestled inconspicuously between bustling city noise and the haze of nearby construction, this obscure joint, let's call it, delivers an eclectic mix of culinary highs and lows. Stepping in, you're first hit by a wave of epic shisha aroma — an overture for what some claim is the best smoke in London, even hailing Amr, an enigmatic figure, as the shisha savant of our times. It does manage a basic feat with its biryanis and veg pulao, punctuating the palate with all the right spices. Bold of them indeed is their take on Matar paneer — creamy, dreamy, and jubilant enough to warrant future visits.

However, don't be blindsided by culinary glory. Equipped with questionable microwaved shawarmas passing off under false claims of Lebanese authenticity is a risky sail in unfresh waters. The notorious menu shenanigans should ideally come with an asterisk, forewarning unsuspecting enthusiasts with anecdotal tales of incongruities, ranging from mischarged teas to inadvertently served waters demanding a ransom. Yet amidst these quirks, the establishment unapologetically exudes a rugged charm of true 'London' grit, a vibe found trustworthy only to artful city dwellers who savor life’s unpredictable spicy turns, spooned gently in brittle cardboard plates.