Dotori, Finsbury Park, London
The doors have reopened at Dotori, however, the experience doesn’t seem to agree. I was enormously keen to check it out (look at that average rating!), so much that I popped in over consecutive days to try and get a table. I should have stopped there, as the service resulted in a hot mess of an experience. I had anticipated somewhat of a wait, despite being a solo diner, as it was opening week and busy with hipsters. I had thought I could still make it out in under an hour. I didn’t. The food was fair, and if you’re think you’re seeing double tempura below, you are. That’s due to an incorrect order and both rounds of the (fried) food took over thirty minutes each with no explanation. No water. No apology. But the manager did later apologise and did a comp which was nice. I didn’t mind waiting but like any diner, I need my expectations managed and a general sense I am being looked after. The long-awaited bento ultimately felt lacking, not sure if that was due to a rush (or rage) job or if that was the standard. I barely ate it as my hunger had left with my excitement long ago.