The Refresher
The Beachcomber

The Beachcomber

86 Queensway, W2 3RR, City of London,Westminster, United Kingdom

Tapas • Fusion • Seafood • Cocktail


"One of the worst service I have ever received.Friday night, a big group of colleagues and I, decided to come to this place and enjoy the night having drinks and dancing. When we arrived we took one of the free table and sat down while enjoining our drinks. However, when the good music started to play we all stood up and hit the dance floor, leaving behind on the table our coats, bags etc. Then ,suddenly we noticed that our table was given to a group that just arrived and without asking, the waiter removed all our stuff and placed them somewhere else. When we noticed, we immediately questioned the waiter who didn’t know how to handle the situation, making silly excuses. We personally, felt that this was so unfair but not only, we also felt DISCRIMINATED, and so we requested to speak to the manager who arrived, after chatting to the waiter, with a very bad and aggressive attitude, and instead of apologiese she just demanded to show to her our drinks, to see if it was true that we were consuming. After showing it, she still made non-sense excuses to justify the waiter action. When I said to her that we were not happy with her outcome ,and requested to speak to someone higher, she dismissed me, called security and escorted me out. Bear it in mind that I was very calm, sober, but disappointed , therefore I was just on my right to get a plausible reason for their action, but it was denied and the easy escape for the manager was to call security. Then, all my friends came outside to support me. Apparently the owner was outside, laughing about the all situation and smoking without even acknowledging the fact that we were being mistreated. At the end, it was clear that the waiter was very unprofessional, the “manager” not only unprofessional, but also zero manners, zero people skills, zero empathy, but most importantly, zero customer service and more… (All quality that are expected from someone with the MANAGER title). A piece of advise: Don’t waste your time and money in this place because is not worthy. All they want is to sell drinks and make money without valuing customers. Once you spent a good amount of money, if necessary to make space for new customers, they just simply get rid of you unfairly."

Dalston Jazz

Dalston Jazz

4 Bradbury StreetN16 8JN, London, United Kingdom

Full • Cafe • French • Seafood


"I would recommend that everyone eat at Dalston Jazz bar for the simple reason that every terrible restaurant you visit throughout the rest of your life will seem better by comparison. We walked in and were confronted with a decor that was presumably aiming for shabby chic but had instead landed squarely on skanky tetanus. We took a table at the back after being told that the one free at the front was reserved. Fair enough. We then splashed out the eminently reasonable price of £32 for 2 pints, a single vodka and (flat) coke and a cosmopolitan so sweet I can only assume they got the cranberry juice mixed up with the Vimto. For some reason all drinks had to be paid for immediately rather than being added to your bill presumably because so many people walk out. Words cannot describe the quality of our waiter at least not words I can write here. When he eventually took our food order he explained that it was a 'pay what you want ' restaurant, before immediately contradicting himself by informing us that each dish held a minimum 'donation ' of £15. What about the foccaccia? I dared to ask. £15 I was informed. Deciding to forgo the world 's most expensive bread we went for the prawns. They had the taste and texture of rubber covered in warm sweet chilli sauce. The chef had taken the unusual step of placing these on top of the crispy salad leaves, making them somewhat less crispy. The accompanying dish of a 'fishcake ' was, in reality, a pile of overcooked mash stuffed with the sweepings of the kitchen, some of which were presumably piscine in nature. The night culminated when the waiter, despite our protests, insisted we move to the long table he had originally said was reserved. Apparently the people who had booked it had cancelled, but our table was reserved (something he hadn 't previously mentioned). We arrived at the already packed long table to find there were only 2 seats for the 4 of us. No problem for our suddenly industrious waiter, who made everyone else shove along until we were so packed that the meaning of an 'intimate dinner ' threatened to take on a whole new meaning."