
When I go out to watch the football in London I usually end up covered in cheap smelling beer, singing football songs (loudly and ear-shatteringly badly), and getting in a heated discussion with the bloke next to me about who should be playing in defence. And that’s before the game has even kicked off. I embrace my inner-bloke and drink pints like the rest of them (although I draw the line at lifting my t-shirt above my head and sliding along the floor when my team score).
But with so many football games this World Cup, there comes a point when I get tired of ending the night looking like a shadow of my former self and I yearn for somewhere clean and comfortable to watch the football in peace.

Still, we had seats directly in front of the screen and a selection of refreshingly well-cooked Pan-Asian dishes to feast on which went down surprisingly well. The dishes were interesting and a welcome alternative to the recycled ‘Pub Grub’ dishes that are usually on order. The soya beans with Himalayan salt were a worthy opponent to the standard sweaty peanuts that are usually the only thing on offer in the pub. And oh, the toilets!

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