I have a confession…
I’ve been totally holding out on you.
Sometimes, I just don’t like to share.
I know, I know… shame on me.
No hard feelings, riiight?
So… I normally go to Taro when the hippo inside of me bears the same resemblance as Taro’s iconic logo.
How can you resist that?!
There are two branches both conveniently in the Soho district, I am a normal resident at Mr. Taro’s second love nest in Old Compton Street; but you can also wander to the original branch in Brewer Street.
Shimmying underground in the basement is Taro, Old Compton Street.
It’s bright, airy and you are always warmly taken to your seats. However the tables are pretty small, and sometimes you can find yourselves rather close up with the people next to you. So, make friends 😛
I think I’m in love.
No oily, and greasy aftertaste; just a pure, unadulterated, borderline sexual experience.