One of my favourite things about Divo is the location. Set just off the busy Piccadilly Circus it's a quiet haven of unpretentious splendour. You are greeted by Ukrainian Tsarist chic and a grand piano with a lone pianist playing melancholy tunes reminiscent of a victorious past. The pianist is a sight all by himself; he looks like he's just walked inn from a black and white fifties movie to play some cords of his tender soul.
The food was good, presentation classy. I might have wanted bigger portions but then the free champagne and milk chocolate strawberries (it was Valentine's day) made up for it in abundance. A big faux pas on the vodka which was served warm. Made me blush in front of my beau whom I'd meant to impress with sophisticated and wise Ukrainian table traditions. Luckily the staff were eager to amend that error. It's a pity Eastern Europe is seen as a homogeneous concept - despite their similar looks - they all take their aperitifs differently.
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