Look, first off I’d just like to say that what follows has nothing to do with not being either hip or edgy.
Look, first off I’d just like to say that what follows has nothing to do with not being either hip or edgy. I am hip and edgy. Some days I’m so hip and edgy that’s all there is to me: hip and edge. ‘Wow, look at the hip and edge on that,’ people have even been known to gasp when I pass them in the street. I just wanted to get this absolutely straight so you wouldn’t think I just wasn’t hip or edgy enough for his week’s restaurant; that I failed it rather than the other way around. That would be preposterous. You can say what you like about me, but you can’t say I’m neither hip nor edgy. No way.
Now, the restaurant is Bacchus on Hoxton Street, which is either the back end of Islington or the top end of Shoreditch, depending which way you come at it.
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