London critic Jay Rayner checks out Hoi Palloi at the Ace Hotel London, which honestly sounds like something from a Portlandia sketch: "You walk through a florist's to reach the restaurant, which is irritating enough. When, instead of a menu, they hand me a 12-page newspaper 'guest edited' by someone called 'Princess Julia,' I start patting myself down for a box of matches with which to torch the joint. The smell of burning beard would float over east London for weeks." [Observer]
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