Stepping in from the unwavering phosphorescence of Bayswater’s bustling Queensway, glistening as a beacon amidst the dwindling December twilight, one leaves the chaotic intricacies of London’s assorted inhabitants and their rituals behind and enters an Oriental spectacle, greedily absorbed by each of the five senses.
It’s been a little over a month now, and I still find myself carrying on about how lovely my dining experience at Bo London was. I’ve enjoyed a fair number of fine meals since but, still, something about my time at Bo lingers. Odds are my dinner will go down as the best meal of the year. And if not, well then, the rest of 2013 promises to be one of exquisite culinary delight.
Stepping in from a blustery installment of Kensington high street, I found myself thrown into a hazy Oriental dream. A dim-lit bar, aromatic candles and calming far eastern music – you know the type; swishing water, distant bird call – all providing atmospheric bliss as I took a seat in the cozy den of a bar at Naga Restaurant.