La Bodega Negra joins what is turning into a standard London restaurant practice of the two-hour sitting. The avocado was creamy and chunky and punchy, and reminded me of a friend who moved to America and went to a posh Mexican restaurant for the first time. It's a toasted tortilla or, if you prefer, a huge crisp. I don't know him very well. Anyway, I loved my panna cotta; it was balanced and had a good texture. It gives a whole new meaning to 'event-eating' when you eschew the idea of a sign above your door in favour of what looks like the window of a sex shop, complete with a pink neon sign saying come. I think we could have used more steering on the menu; instead of straight starters and mains, we capered about and didn't order quite enough. I love fishing out a great, fat, unlucky mussel.
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