It’s a bit of a shame because Kioku is striking, sleek, precise; service is top-end. And there’s a big ice cube, on the bar, Titanic-sinking: boy, do I love that sort of thing. I just don’t love Whitehall, a torrid spectrum of belligerence where those in power get everything wrong, drunk with power. You know, it’s their fault I worry about dropping over £100 on a Tuesday.
On the Sauce at Kioku: Sleek and precise, but a poor position
