Slurp, Wimbledon

After quite a few years perhaps not going right here we came back on spur-of-the-moment. Not popping in had not been a conscious choice, simply there was clearly other fish to fry. Therefore after a hard week [again] and a well deserved previously complete time for Slurp ended up being supposed to be reassuring.

And it was, the same kind of solution with a smile, maybe not too busy at the beginning of the night and a good Slurp liquid of numerous fruits obliterated to a more-ish fluid nature. But previously grubby benches and reduced light nature for the place have been changed by a brighter, more IKEA in general environment; not comforting. And although the Ebi Katsu (how will you do these wrong anyway?) ended up being however truth be told there, the formerly delicious by no means healthier MSG riddled well-spiced offerings was indeed changed by a bland, liquid offerings (the home Special rice and Prawn Ebony bean equally dissatisfied).

Such a shame, and my regularly burned tongue that I however got through the pipping hot meals was not any longer offset by the nasty but nice food.