Sufi

Authentic Persian Delights with Exceptional Service

Upon entering this quaint pocket of Persia right in the heart of London, it feels almost like receiving an unassuming yet hearty embrace. Sufi—the culinary hidden jewel—establishes itself not just with its heartwarming hospitality, but more so with aromas wafting through the air that summon even the most resolute gastronomes to loosen their belt straps. The menu dances between simplicity and grandiosity, a diverse spread capturing both the drab appeal of everyday Persian fare and food as culturally rich as its geographical origin. Slip right into indulgence with their Koobideh and Jooje, as flawless and honest as a John Lewis Christmas jingle. Any faint whiff of dilemma over the starters swiftly disappears once fluffy mounds of aromatic rice and delicate saffron-kissed kebabs emerge victorious.

As for service, expect an authenticity that’s rarely paralleled—where even the quirkiest diner feels hailed and cherished. Each plate appears as weaving threads of tradition and affection, intrusively knocking at our senses while hinting quietly of areas where words fall short. Not to be outdone, Sufi highly nurtures a romance with their freshly churned baklava, an affair likely to linger long past the very last forkful, because presumably diets should have their emergencies. This isn’t just dinner; it’s a transcendent moment cushioned with reality-warping flavors that twirl amidst homely vibes—a love letter keenly handwritten to taste buds everywhere and anywhere near the West London exhibit on culinary splendor. — Penelope Savory