Tsuru
“I found Tsuru in its metallic City cave. A steady flow of suited zombies entered and ordered, their lunch neatly boxed in sushi selections and Bentos. We began where all good meals should: with green tea and a Scotch egg.”
“I found Tsuru in its metallic City cave. A steady flow of suited zombies entered and ordered, their lunch neatly boxed in sushi selections and Bentos. We began where all good meals should: with green tea and a Scotch egg.”
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Alex Larman and Rugby Jamie pass up the opportunity to dine at an all-you-can-eat Kazakh buffet, and instead visit Watasumi near Trafalgar Square, a modern Japanese restaurant serving cocktails, steaks and sashimi.
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