Cafe 1001 — Restaurant in London

WARNING: go ANYWHERE else. This is the first review I've ever posted, which will tell you something already about my experience at this place.

I ordered a lamb kebab and fries from the stand outside at around 9.40pm on a thursday. The girl behind the till obviously didn't know how to work the till at all, which I felt sympathy for... but it was a little bit frustrating that she didn't put the food on to cook while she worked it out.

Eventually she had the get the manager out, who sorted the till issue. Fifteen minutes in though now, I have to watch the manager berate the poor girl and explain slowly how the till works while the food still hasn't been put on. If it hadnt been so much effort to reach that point and if I hadn't been concerned about spending the whole night there I'd have asked them not to bother and for my money back.

I so wish I'd done that. Another fifteen or twenty minutes on I was served cold, gristly minced lamb in a totally uncooked pitta. I had to remind her that I'd ordered chips and another five minutes on, again, regretted this. They were the cheapest, nastiest chips you can imagine, undercooked and also cold.

I'd had a few beers and am no stranger to nasty, end of the night kebabs. I can't stress enough that my requirements and expectations were already very low, but this was just another level.

There is literally no reason to eat here, it arrives slower than in some restaurants and is just grim. Cold, undercooked, really horrible. They obviously rely on people coming out of bars absolutely hammered but there are kebab shops around that will serve you three times as quickly with food that is of a much higher quality. At this stage I'll feel really grateful not to be quite ill tomorrow. The barely eaten food went in the first bin...

I am a 21 year old woman who came to the cafe on Tuesday since its “bring your own record” day. I brought my favorite record with me and my friends did as well. I came with my BRP that requires a login from the government website (they use this in airports as an ID to verify my residence in the UK) (basically an EVISA). I was with my friends who all had IDs, I showed him my ID from the government website and he literally told me that all my friends can go in but I have to stay outside because I need the physical ID. The physical ID (BRP) is no longer valid to be used in airports since it’s accessed as an E-Visa which I tried explaining to him but he spoke to me in a very patronising manner. I was so devastated and it was too late to come back and get my passport or any form of physical ID since I live an hour away. He was really disrespectful and did not even want to listen to my explanation. The vibes were off and no one from the staff was willing to help me while he was literally arguing with me for 10 minutes straight. My night is ruined I will never come back here again. I can’t seem to understand why BORDER CONTROL will allow the EVISA with my birthdate and everything while this security guard wouldn’t. Also keep in mind I’ve used my E-VISA 100 places that require ID and they obviously had no issue with it. 0 stars I have never been disrespected in this way before. My friend and I are traveling so today was our only day where we could bring our vinyls. Actually ruined my night his attitude was...

I went here with my girlfriend for a coffee and cake on a Sunday afternoon. The coffee and cake was ok but nothing to write home about. Maybe I'm getting a little old (30) but I think the music was too loud which meant we really couldn't have a conversation. This didn't seem to be a problem for the majority of people here, the hipster crowd, who come here to use their laptops (probably writing their blogs about living in the east end) and taking photographs of other people using their laptops (?). Obviously this place was not to my liking, however I had an hilarious exchange with the waitress. I went into to the men's toilets and was immediately hit with the odour of S*. I poked my head into the cubicles to find BOTH toilets were backed up and covered with toilet paper and filth. Fortunately I only had to use the urinal so I did my business and left. I thought I'd do the right thing and mention it to the waitress cleaning up the glasses. The music was loud and she was not a native english speaker however the exchange went like this: Me: "Hi, just letting you know that the men's toilets are very dirty." Waitress: "Yes, they're just over there." Me: "No, the toilets are filthy" Waitress: "Yes I know". Me: "The toilets are disgusting. They smell like S*."

Waitress: "Yes, it's cool".

So apparently S* is cool now.

So if you love loud music, posing and disgusting toilets, go to Cafe 1001. I'll be...