Finding the actual door is a bit like trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube while slightly tipsy—confusing, but ultimately rewarding. You’ll walk past a few railings, wonder if you’re breaking into someone’s basement, and then bam, you’re in. It’s the architectural equivalent of a wink.
Inside, the vibe is pure “I’m too cool for school, but I still do my homework.” Think exposed brick walls that have seen more hungover brunches than a student union. The lighting is dim enough to hide the spinach in your teeth from that last wrap, but bright enough to Instagram your cocktail without the flash.
The Food: Not Your Average Monkey Business
Let’s talk about the Gorilla burger. It’s the kind of burger that requires a strategy session before you pick it up—do you unhinge your jaw like a snake, or just let the grease run down your chin like a proud waterfall? It’s messy, it’s delicious, and it makes you forgive all the times you’ve been served a sad, dry patty elsewhere.
The chips come with aioli that tastes like it was made by someone who actually cares, not like that watery stuff from a squeeze bottle. And the halloumi fries? They’re the reason you’ll forgive your mate for being 20 minutes late. They arrive hot, squeaky, and drizzled with a honey that makes you wonder why you ever ate vegetables.
