Moods, atmospheres, places change. Where once there was an adult cinema, now exists Khao Bird, a buzzing, neon-lit Thai-inspired joint with crispy sea bass and curries full of lemongrass and galangal. The sex has gone, but there are other pleasures: stimulation today comes by way of cocktails and a little chilli heat, the promise that Soho remains a fruitful endeavour, a chaotic, jazzy epicentre for a city ever-changing, only tempered a little now as society dictates. Take that how you will. You can still buy a gimp suit a few doors down, so what does it matter?
Josh Barrie reviews the bar at Khao Bird:
