One Sunday evening, in London, my husband, daughter and I, all with healthy appetites and ready for dinner, found ourselves in Byron Hamburgers on the East Pavilion, Greenwich Promenade. A busy area of London next to the Cutty Sark; an iconic tourist hotspot in the Capital.
I’ve just come back from a few days spent in London with my daughter & husband. Both of them like a bit of Mexican spice, so Saturday night was my choice, as neither of the had eaten at Wahaca before. We walked across to Covent Garden, descended the stairs into a bustling throng of noise, smells and vibrancy which is synonymous with Wahaca. We were greeted by a friendly face who advised that there’d be a 35 minute wait, gave us our buzzer and invited us to the bar to have a drink while we waited.