London, with it's insistent Dickensian quality, may have been blitzed but hardly with the intensity of what happened here. And what happened here afterwards, rather low key application of modernist principles of town planning across a green slate, represents just how poor that methodology really was. If you want to eat anything here, you will paradoxically only find it in the restored remains of something or other, where you might find some kind of ambiance. I mean the Germans don't do Las Vegas, they seemingly can't turn a dumb shed into a fantastic eating experience, I guess a certain dourness forbids it. However, I'd be dour if I had that many British high explosives, fire bombs and so on dropped on my head.
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