Vingt Quatre, ahh French for 24!?! Duh, right. Well it is rather late as I write this. I don't know why in French, but they are open for an astonishing 24 hours!
It's ever-so corporate-does-letting-their-hair-down, but not too shabby a place to get a club sandwich and a White Russian if you're that way inclined at 4.45 in the morning.
It's a little like an IHOP at 4 in the morning, with booze and less mullets. If this takes off, there's one in Fulham, too now. I recon they'll be looking to take over all of the atrocious Angus Steak House sites, somethings got to, well it does now we're getting the #tube #24hours round the clock at long last!
I won't judge the staff on how many times I saw them yawn or check phones in their pockets, or look entirely vacant of any human functioning at nearly 3 in the morning, the poor sods may have been doing double shifts. Well, if we are to insist on a 24 hour living city, we should expect those that enable us to live like this, like the humble serve staff, to do so without being so alive. read more