Mr Ribs Restaurant

Authentic Brazilian Flavors Shine in London

Nestled perhaps a tad too discreetly on a London street where satnavs dare not tread, this Brazilian hideaway presents an intriguing conundrum – it is part culinary legend, part navigational enigma. Upon arrival, one might feel they’ve unearthed a gastronomic Atlantis, where the fabled spread of Brazilian delights comes alive in all its formidable glory, albeit housed in less-than-baroque surroundings. Dispensing with airs and graces and, quite possibly, traditional Google Map updates, you enter a realm where substance gloriously trumps style, but don’t despair – the vivacious whirl of spices in the air assures you of excellence laced in every floating savour.

Amidst London's myriad of polished gems sporting more mirrors than Michelangelo’s hall of shame could stomach, this spot delivers sensational food that leaves such pomp writhing in near envy. While botanists may lament the barren foliage among menu offerings, what springs forth instead is carnivorous bliss; prudence tossed joyously aside for “another helping please” briskets and heavenly beans that evoke ancestral song. The indulgently sinful use of oils transcends authority on carbs and casts nutritionists as indifferent spectres. So approach with adventurous spirit, forgiving too of flaws like virtual ambiguity or faint whiff of pre-apocalypse arcade doom. Revelations await those who persist: low-key splendour redesigned – here, finally, authenticity doesn’t just have a seat at the table, it orchestrates the entire feast. — Penelope Savory