Beirut Knightsbridge — Restaurant in London

It was honestly one of the worst restaurants I’ve ever been to. When we arrived to the restaurant to have our iftar and told them we made a reservation, they proceeded to get mad at us for no reason and said we didn’t reserve. Then when we showed that we did reserve at iftar time, they gave us a table outside that was extremely dirty. Then they just completely left us alone for the next 20min and didn't give us any water or dates to even break our fast. Every time I’d try to call the waiter over I was ignored and they seemed to be in a rush. The excuse was that a group of people who had booked at 7 came early and wanted to have iftar which was at 5.44 so they proceeded to go get them a table from another restaurant and immediately gave them water and dates and took their order. When we finally managed to get a waiter to come over the first thing i asked for was water and dates and then told them our orders. They then took another 10min without getting us anything so I called another waiter over to get us at least water and dates and they came back with just water, saying that they had run out of dates. Mind you, we have already waited 30min to break our fast while people who were waiting to get a table behind us were immediately given dates and water. Then they finally got us our soup, and then some hummus and then other 15min pass and they get us some halloumi and batata harra. Keep in mind the table is still dirty, there are no plates, no forks, no spoons, and no knives. I call over another waiter and ask them why we have no cutlery or plates and why the rest of the food has not been placed. He apologizes and says he will get right to it, spoiler alert he doesnt. Then, I call over the manager of the place and repeat the same thing and he apologizes and goes to get our food. Then he says that will get a free dish for us to eat even though I told him not to. We didn’t end up eating that dish because we didn’t like it and then when we finished our food he got us some free baklava to eat. When we were done and I ordered the bill the manager came back to apologize and I chastised him for the poor hospitality and service. He said that he removed some things off the bill, this turned out to be only the water and what’s ironic is one of the dishes we ordered which we did not get was on the bill and of course we made him remove it. He kept apologizing saying it was his fault and that it was the first day of ramadan and to be forgiving and that there were a lot issues happening, so they were essentially unprepared. Honestly, this is not an excuse we were very wronged and my friends who were not arab who came to eat with me were shown the worst display of Lebanese hospitality I’ve ever seen. بهدلتوا الضيافة اللبنانية. أشرفلكون لو ما فتحتوا لهل مطعم "اللبناني".عيب عليكون You put Lebanese hospitality and culture to shame. Never recommending or coming back...

Ahhh, cari amici, I’m just back from a culinary adventure, one that sails boldly into the realm of the tragically comical! Welcome to the illustrious “Beirut Knightsbridge”, a place where your wallet gets lighter as your appetite for humour gets heavier.

In this exquisitely high-priced arena, your humble 120 pounds will fetch you a shish kebab that’s identical to the succulent, pocket-friendly skewers sold in the vibrant streets of Shoreditch for a mere 7.99. A mystery wrapped in a pita, if you ask me!

Oh, and the populace? Imagine a legion of unseasoned (pun intended), yet confidently pretentious patrons, who believe that paying tenfold for a kebab magically enhances its flavour. A charming bunch!

Meanwhile, the owner, who appears to have stumbled out of a Lebanese rendition of “The Sopranos”, serenades us with an epic performance of undivided indifference, providing a spectacle of sorts to accompany your meal.

Speaking of meals, the lamb, my friends, was so resoundingly dry, I wondered if it had been mummified and stolen from a cigar bar’s eclectic collection of oddities in London’s underbelly.

Then, there’s the noble, over-perfumed waiter, bravely combating the odorous whispers of the kitchen with a tsunami of cologne, who lovingly interrupts your hearty conversations every five minutes. A check-in to ascertain the level of your suffering, perhaps?

And let’s not forget the halloumi - a mere three slices for a tenner, presumably because teleporting them from Lidl’s dairy aisle is a pricy endeavour.

In summary, if you desire a farcical evening of culinary theatrics, where the food plays second fiddle to a comical symphony of peculiar events, Beirut Knightsbridge unreservedly steals the spotlight! Buona...

One of the most fascinating things about visiting London, is discovering the enormous abundance of European and Middle Eastern Cuisines one find in this colossal City! During an extended walk down Piccadilly into the __ area, we came upon a Lebanese Restaurant with fabulous fare. A very quaint, indoor and outdoor seating, the bistro felt very Eurasian and well as Modern in its atmosphere, vibe and attention to detail. The modest setting, with very low key atmosphere, scarcity of exceptional décor, and relaxed, comforting environment and low din, made it a pleasing eating place for our early evening dinner. We were event more impressed with experiencing our dining selections of Fatayer Spinach, Chicken Kabseh and Kafta Kash! The Fatayer Spinach was a wonderful rendition of a of a shish kabob, made of spiced meat mixed with onion and parsley – simply terrific. The Chicken Kabseh, a very Saudi hint with meat and basmati rice – with the extraordinary presence of their secret ingredient, black lime powder! And finally, the Kafta Kash, consisting of a wonderfully tender lamb meatball in herbs and spices with onions – magnifique! Between the ground lamb, onions, parsley and their spice blends, over a bed of rice pilaf with a side of both pita and hummus, made this a amazing meal, if not more so. Overall, our experience was more than we expected, and we wished we could something this terrific back...