Zigfrid

Anyone interested in snotty service, disinterested staff, an exceptionally long wait even on a Sunday late morning when the restaurant is empty, and unremarkable food?

Then go here. It's your typical snot-nosed, cooler-than-thou Shoreditch spot, with waiters and bartenders that think they're better than you - although their first clue should be that it's them that's stuck waiting tables for a living.

Its few redeeming factors: a good selection of Sunday papers, a beer garden, and the interior is, admittedly, pretty cool.