People are never going to stop coming here because of it. The view, though, is double-sided and double-edged. Lots and lots of which won’t serve us melted mozzarella on sushi.
A view that reminds us that there are lots and lots of restaurants out there. Not because it’s the quickest way out-though we have thought about it - but because it’s a rare perspective of London’s breadth. Sushisamba’s one redeeming feature, the terrace and its view of London, becomes all the more appealing the longer you’re here. Well, we say fight, but we mean lose, as they’d probably turn up late to the wrong country. Unfortunately you can’t ask the legion of staff what’s what here as they’re constantly swapping around. Taste-wise: gravel mixed with rainbow dust. A highlight of this down and down, round and round menu is a plate of sweet potato covered in smoke emulsion, complete with blackened sticks of yuca stuck in it. Basically, nausea and the fear that it will never end. This 120-minute endurance test of Peruvian, Brazilian, and Japanese food is a rollercoaster without adrenaline. If, like us, you have a casual interest in sadism, then order the ‘Taste of Samba’ menu. The staff plentiful, but the service questionable.
The restaurant heaving, but the atmosphere lacking. The prices are high, but the food quality low. Possibly Europe’s tallest since Michael Jackson was given a balcony room.Īfter the lift ride up, you’ll find that Sushisamba is an expert in extremely low blows.
Located on the 38th floor of the Heron Tower, this restaurant is a tall, tall mistake. Like gravity, and pints of lager when England score, Sushisamba is fine evidence of the rule that ‘what goes up, must come down’.
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