Neptune in Metropolitan (the last sentence is missing from the English version, sigh). Love this place. As a bonus you get a hideous picture of me looking like a hamster and talking about female run restos. I nearly had a nervous breakdown trying to find a picture for that. I mean, you’ve seen my pictures. I’m sparing you an amazingly shit one I took of an oyster on the night we went.
Anyway, Neptune. Hugely recommended. Makes you feel slightly hip even when you are a thousand years old and watch Danish constitutional drama for fun, without forcing you to queue in the rain to eat a hamburger in the dark.