Pham Sushi

Sushi Excellence Shines Despite Service Flaws

Ah, Pham Sushi, a name whispered with reverence across London’s discerning sushi set. Situated conveniently in the heart of the city, somewhere between modern elegance and comfort food heaven, is this unapologetically appealing spot. The first thing that hits you isn't the aroma of wasabi or the gentle hum from patrons tucked happily into their soy-dipped nigiri. No, it's the fleeting cutthroat glare of staff who, I suspect, were rebels in another life – grim, nonchalant, but somehow still devoted to their cause. Were it not for our charming main waiter, who topples the rest with a champion's smile and sense of convivial grace, my entry might have been one for the chronicles of tragic culinary introductions.

Ironically, this nonchalance seems a clever misdirection from the real showstopper: the sushi itself. Having long dazzled diners with expertly cut sashimi and divine premium bento boxes that would turn even the staunchest of critics gooey-eyed, Pham Sushi delivers, once again, a seafood symphony that lingers on the taste buds just right. The creamy scallops and yellowtail jalapeno roll ensure suspense and delight are not left behind as eating becomes an act of content ritual. Even reluctant veggies stroll out with oddly overwhelming satisfaction. Prices here could put a dent in your pocket, rivals such as Nobu should truly take notes – no purple prose could do justice to the sublime yet to be fully tamed elegance on your plate. Just remember, keep your expressions gentle and your voice softer; it's said smiles might prove contagious amongst those reticent staffers. — Penelope Savory