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The document provides a review of Buddha-Bar restaurant in London. It describes the atmospheric interior design meant to evoke Asia, with a large holographic Buddha. The food offerings include sushi, chicken salad, sea bass, and desserts like chocolate sesame tart. While some dishes like the spicy mango maki and chicken salad are praised, others like the pandan cake receive criticism. Excellent service from waiter Lucian Serban is highlighted as contributing to Buddha-Bar's recognition as the best restaurant bar.
The document provides a review of Buddha-Bar restaurant in London. It describes the atmospheric interior design meant to evoke Asia, with a large holographic Buddha. The food offerings include sushi, chicken salad, sea bass, and desserts like chocolate sesame tart. While some dishes like the spicy mango maki and chicken salad are praised, others like the pandan cake receive criticism. Excellent service from waiter Lucian Serban is highlighted as contributing to Buddha-Bar's recognition as the best restaurant bar.
The document provides a review of Buddha-Bar restaurant in London. It describes the atmospheric interior design meant to evoke Asia, with a large holographic Buddha. The food offerings include sushi, chicken salad, sea bass, and desserts like chocolate sesame tart. While some dishes like the spicy mango maki and chicken salad are praised, others like the pandan cake receive criticism. Excellent service from waiter Lucian Serban is highlighted as contributing to Buddha-Bar's recognition as the best restaurant bar.
before me. In the background, 90s mix tapes evoke a misspent childhood. Oriental paraphernalia conjures frivolous university adventures, and everything is illuminated by acidic uorescence that summons Danny Boyles rendering of Irvine Welshs book, Trainspotting. Originally established in Paris, the brainchild of Raymond and Tarja Visan at the end of the 90s (when the pan-Asian restaurant-cum-club was a kerazy concept), the Buddha Bar swiftly became a victim of its own success with the likes of Hakkasan and Yauatcha copying its model, and sometimes outdoing it. An off-shoot of the bar was behatted by Waterloo Bridge. But this Buddha-Bar has taken a clean slate, going from the vale of commuters to the epicentre of foodie-cool, acquiring a hyphen in its title somewhere along the way. Its a tough patch, strong competition bedevils the SW1 spotlight. The local area has been the graveyard of many a big and trendy restaurant (the last being the Chicago Rib Shack). At Buddha-Bar, the mezzanine underworld is comprised of shady alcoves and private rooms. Low ceilings and wall lighting mix the seedy Shanghai den with Hong Kong penthouse effortlessly. Upstairs a high ceiling and huge windows overlooking the street side give a more capacious impression. Talking of capacity, Ive plenty of it as I settle down to a spicy mango maki, twinned with a chicken salad. Sushi may no longer stand at the forefront of food research and development but quantity has, in many cases, treacherously stabbed quality in the jugular. Over- sweetened, dry rice, mushy avocado and leathery marine- life plagues even the pricier joints. The maki served here is none of those things; my only complaint is there is not enough of the lip-tinglingly piquant sauce to dip the roly-polyed dead crustacean in. The chicken salad, only ordered at the behest of our polite but persistent waiter, is clearly the regulars favourite for a reason. Its got it all going on and it sits in a sauce that plays a sweet, bouncy riff out on an egg- yolk bass line. The result is a music your tongue wants to marinate in. Talking of marination, the English beef llet has clearly been hanging around the salubrious parts of the menu for a good while. I feel a bit guilty for taking the pan-Asian cuisine into John Bull territory, however, so I scoff most of my friends block of Chilean sea bass with my chopsticks too, its wobbly esh slowly dissolves beneath a saggy lagoon of sauce, like a droopy atlas. A smorgasbord of desserts arrives in dainty portions. The chocolate sesame tart stands knife and fork above the rest, striking me as a Kit Kat-sized oriental take on our tifn cake. The worst is probably a lime-green pandan cake that has clearly never gone to the gym, and could blame nobody but itself for its loose shape, congealed texture and eggy breath. Last but not least, Lucian Serban, our waiter, is so good he almost single-handedly justies the bill. If others are like him, I dont suppose service will have played a small part in establishing Buddha-Bar as the best restaurant bar at the London Club and Bar Awards this year. 145 Knightsbridge, SW1X 7PA, 020 3667 5222 (buddhabarlondon.com) BE L GRAVI A RE S I DE NT S J OURNA L 019 Fat Buddha Henry Hopwood-Phillips discovers why the eastern sage was so chubby Low ceilings and wall lighting mix the seedy Shanghai den with Hong Kong penthouse effortlessly