Sw3 is not just another postcode, it's a whole other world. A world where the hairstyles are unanimous blonde, where everyone's perfect bodies hang from razor sharp cheekbones, where designer handbags are from Bond Street, not Bangalore and where the pregnant women don't get fat, they just wrap their designer bumps in Chloe. In the midst of such Vogue Living perfection is this buzzy restau
rant serving honest, no-nonsense food with a friendly smile. To whit: perfect fish and chips with properly made tartare sauce (left) and the world's biggest foie gras (right). I highly recommended this restaurant - and next time I go I'll be looking out for Sienna Miller
Sw3 is not just another postcode, it's a whole other world. A world where the hairstyles are unanimous blonde, where everyone's perfect bodies hang from razor sharp cheekbones, where designer handbags are from Bond Street, not Bangalore and where the pregnant women don't get fat, they just wrap their designer bumps in Chloe. In the midst of such Vogue Living perfection is this buzzy restau
rant serving honest, no-nonsense food with a friendly smile. To whit: perfect fish and chips with properly made tartare sauce (left) and the world's biggest foie gras (right). I highly recommended this restaurant - and next time I go I'll be looking out for Sienna Miller
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