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From: Rupert White Category: Art Date: 03 November 2008 Time: 03:00 AM Review: There is a branch of Zizzi in Charlotte Street, London. the only reason for attending is because my partner is working class and seems to create less of a fuss eating there. Certainly, theres the prospect of less interminable wandering around the streets looking at menus in display cabinets or worse, having to enter such establishments, ask to view the menu - thus raising the hopes of all involved - only to have their hopes dashed by an unclear retreat into the entrance lobby and on out unto the night, continuing the search for that missing something, I still know nothing about the criteria other than the negatives. It's too expensive, there's not enough space between the tables, .....don't like the look of the other diners etc. This criteria seems to be dropped at Zizzi and the alternative is walking around getting even more bored than eating at a place like Zizzi, the difference is, I know exactly what to expect from these places, they are chains they exploit people who resent the reputation of their employer being based on cheap flashy interior design for air heads who think their dining out in michelin heaven. Whatever takes a man to Zizzi, don't complain, just shelter awhile, be polite and leave, The staff will not expect exuberant squeals of delight - they would be suspicious, nor do they expect a huge tip, that would be absurd. All these people ask is that you do not recognise them from their preferred incarnation, that you will not remember them when they get lucky. Anyone seeking soulfood needs to find a small cafe selling fat saturated nonsensical foods that kill, that or pay the full measure, love costs money even in Lastbourne.