From the Guardian –
A little over a century ago my Jewish forebears fled that part of Eastern Europe then known as the Pale of Settlement. Having eaten at Divo, described as London’s first luxury Ukrainian restaurant, I now know why. It was to escape the cooking. There are many words I could use to describe the food served here, but this is a family newspaper and none of them should be available before the watershed. I can’t deny my disappointment because the remaining candidates – awful, calamitous, the horror, the horror – don’t quite do it justice without the visceral attack of the expletive.
On the atmosphere:
It’s as if two completely different teams from Changing Rooms have been let loose, armed only with half a million quid each of someone else’s money, crystal meth and a taste bypass.
One dining room is brightly lit, the other gloomy. If you go – perhaps because you are in the grip of a terminal illness and need a laugh – I recommend the latter. That way you won’t have to look at the food as well as taste it.
And some of you think I’m hard on restaurants? Read the entire review here.