Their rosemary fries are not just fries. They are twiglets of heaven, sprinkled with salt and rosemary so fragrant it could perfume a city block. They arrive in a paper cone, and you will burn your fingers trying to eat them immediately. That's part of the experience.
Then there are the "Smokey Chooks" – fried chicken wings. They are sticky, spicy, and ruin your shirt within seconds. Eat them. Apologize to your dry cleaner later. Priorities.
The Location: Old Compton Street is the Wild West
Patty & Bun sits right on Old Compton Street, the heart of Soho. This street is a living, breathing soap opera. In the five minutes you wait for your order, you will see: a drag queen arguing with a pigeon, a street magician confusing a businessman, and someone selling very questionable art.
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The restaurant itself is tiny. You will share a table with strangers. You will hear their life story, their breakup, and their opinion on the ketchup. By the time your "Smokey Robinson" arrives, you are emotionally invested in a couple you’ve never met. It's like a dinner party thrown by a very hungry God.
