So, Shumi

[Almass]

OK, got it. So avoid Shumi at all cost or make sure you are plastered at the bar before taking the escalator by which time you would not give a monkey as to what you are served!

Which brings me to another rant about London restaurants. By the time you make up your mind as to which restaurant to dine, the restaurant would have changed hands three times and if you are lucky to find a seat before the next leap year, you still need to use your imagination to comprehend the menu which is a mix of fusion/molecular/lowcarb icecreamhotdogsandlychee. Yuuuk.

Then, by that time you would have received your advance from your friendly bank manager and got a divorce and started dating your old schoolgirlfriend or her brother or something and then you open your own joint and live in another city to avoid seeing campion/mashler/pownall et co.

So this is an executive summary:

1- Pretend you see notin.

2- Get your own fottbaler restaurant

3- Write a java program where you feed in what you want to eat and you will receive an sms telling you where to go!