Café Murano, let it be said, isn’t remotely a café. Don’t show up in sandals hoping for a slam poetry evening. It’s a rather gorgeous, pristine room festooned with pale marble, with the kind of staff other restaurants in London dream of acquiring
it’s the food you come here for – the freshest fish, the lightest tempura, the zingiest noodles – prepared with great skill and integrity by talented Japanese chefs.