At Dorian in Notting Hill, I rediscovered something I deeply love about the restaurant business: that energy you just can’t fake. A dining room that’s alive. Focused staff. No waiters on podiums twirling white napkins in the air. No pretentious playlists. Happy guests. And that feeling that everyone is there for exactly one good reason: the pleasure of sitting down to a meal!
We could talk about the grilled octopus—that meat cooked over hot coals with remarkable precision—and the seasoning, which is just right in a way that’s rare to find. But what really stands out is the overall experience. The atmosphere. The rhythm. The emotion. Dorian is one of those restaurants where you quickly understand why it’s become so difficult to get a table. A London favorite. A real one! Enjoy…

