Q-Bar & Kitchen has been open for a while now, and we’ve heard nothing but fabulous reviews from people who have been there. For example, it looks super trendy, and the cocktail menu looks mighty fine too. It’s my birthday soon so what better reason than to drop in and check this place out as a birthday treat? Thanks, Beard.
On arriving, the first thing I notice is the urban style decor; raw brick walls, ambient lighting teamed with striking purple glimmers lining the restaurant with an array of cocktails in all different shapes, sizes and colours lined up across the bar.
I love bars playing chill music and oozing cool and trendy vibes, so usually, I’d trek up to London for this kind of night, but how great is it that this place is on my doorstep!
Beard is a bit of a cynic, so straight away I endure his statements along the lines of “yeah well it may look uber-trendy, and it’s obviously pretty famous for its cocktails, but I bet the food is shit if they’re concentrating on it being a bar over a restaurant.”
Well, yes he is partly correct – the cocktails are amazing… Q Royale was my tipple of choice FYI… However he was the one who booked here!
Not only is the cocktail menu extensive and mouth-watering, but the staff are super friendly, with tons of personality. Consistently chatting with diners enough to make you feel comfortable, but not so much that they’re sat down sharing your meal and you’re wondering when they are going to bugger off. And what’s more, the food menu is fab too. In fact, it was so good we struggled to decide what to go for, so we chose to share Kleftico and Lamb Steaks, so neither of us missed out, and both dishes were divine.
The downside? There is no childrens menu. Boo.
But on speaking with the manager, there isn’t a children’s menu because they believe that children should have more options than just pizza or fish fingers and chips, so Q-Bar & Kitchen do half portions of every dish (where possible) for half the price! Big thumbs up from us – our kids would love it here, and we cannot wait to come back with them in tow.
Sadly our evening had come to an end, so before our taxi arriving I decide to venture to the loo, and I must admit, I got a tad confused… looking around corners and trying to suss out whether I’m supposed to go through the kitchen – where are the toilets? A member of staff notices my confusion and points to the right of the telephone box. I’m not wearing my glasses, I’m a tad cocktail squiffy and the lighting has dimmed, so it’s only as I get embarrassingly close that I realise there’s just a wall there. Where the feck are the toilets?! I’m starting to think this is a wind-up and everyone’s in on it. I can feel people staring at me but trying to avoid making it too blatantly obvious. They aren’t doing a particularly good job, and I can feel my cheeks starting to look like the strawberry in my cocktail. Eventually, some kind chap notices what an imbecile I am and explains that the toilets are through the iconic London telephone box – how cool is that!?? I love this place. It has it ALL going on!