Eating at the House of Peroni is a singular experience. The venue itself is a surprise, for starters. The last time that I was in the Boiler House on Brick Lane in London, it was full of 9ft-high conifer trees and 3in of snow. The trees were real, though the snow was not, and both were here in service of Rekorderlig cider, who was throwing a do to encourage us all to drink hot cider. So I still had the inexorable smell of pine needles in my nose as I passed the bouncers this time and was met by a smiling man with a clipboard on the door who, if memory serves, used to work as a host at the Chiltern Firehouse.
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