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Showing posts with label The Market Bar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Market Bar. Show all posts
Tuesday, 13 May 2014
Death of yet another Portobello pub and bad news for dolphins.
The Market bar (latterly Shannons) was once reason enough to come to Portobello Road, it was quirky and original until the health and safety jobsworths interfered. Now it is closed!
The basement is being dug out in readiness for a sushi restaurant and bar.
Sushi, to my mind, is the emperors new clothes of the food world. Over priced, pretentious and as useful as origami or feng shui. I cannot see it doing much business on that site, the tourists only want a slab of street food and the locals will not be able to afford it. The Bankers do not stray that far down Portobello, they get nose bleeds passing All Saints!
A new sushi place means more tuna being caught, more tuna fishing means more dolphins getting killed in the process… An origami butterfly flaps its wings in Portobello Road and a million dolphins die on the other side of the planet.
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