Hi guys - I live in southeast london. Mr O'M and I decided to try a restaurant close to us to see what it was like as we were trying to break our creature of habit tendencies. The place was called Dempseys (I think it's still there) and was kind of down a side road off the main street. When we got up to the door it was locked and there was just an intercom so we pressed and asked if they were open for dinner. They buzzed the door so we just went in. There was bar at the front of the restaurant full of these skinhead football hooligan types drinking vintage bollinger so we knew something was up but we thought we'd better follow through. We were the only ones eating. The actual restaurant was really nice but blatantly a front for something and the pricing was cheeky which made me think they weren't too bothered if they got people in or not. Was a really nice meal the guy could definitely cook. The chef/owner came out at the end, sat at our table and started asked Mr O'M heaps of questions - I think he suspected were cops or something. After his initial questioning though he seemed to relax. He was so lovely and seemed really chuffed that we thought his cooking was good. It was very odd. He bought a good bottle of Sancerre over and shared it with us which was nice and we all just chatted away. Needless to say we haven't been back - was just too weird - not really scary just weird.... Actually I hope they don't read this and decide to come after us - now that is a good dose of paranoia...