This is how Sketch a restaurant in London is described in a conversation, "I want a room," thought he, " to rest." "Certainly my dear," he was told, "you have a choice of eight." "You lie," said he… on counting he saw only six. "Ah yes, but eight rhymes with cake." "Okay," said he, "what shall I find?" "Well," said the voice, "if you are very hungry and have coins in your pocket, ascend the stairs and you will find a dining hall of such magnificence, it will so take your breath away that your face will be a certain hue." "Gosh," thought he, checking his pockets and his complexion in a mirror, "what else do you have?" "There is a bar ranked with chairs of every discernable shape… one is bound to suit… and gentlemen behind the bar who will mix a beverage so fair to help sooth the most pained head."

As the man savoured, and savoured some more, the voice again came to his head: "there is a gallery of projected art in a room so clean and rare while the sun is up, which at night, at 7, becomes a brasserie of light. Food of all kinds passes the table where you sit, to be picked and chosen for your heart’s desire. As the midnight hour approaches, tables and chairs are brushed away to allow movement and dance that comes when music infuses the room. Come, sir, another night in the same image you would not see." As the man’s thoughts wandered in and out of his head, one trickled out of his ear, never to be thought again. "Do you like cakes?" "Well, yes I do." "Well," said the voice, "there is a fine tea room, too." "What is this place?" "All I wish," said the voice, "is that you arrive with an open mind and imagine, if you will, a painting that never dries."

At this point I imagined eating out at the Mad Hatters Tea Party.

Now take a look for yourself. Tom my youngest son and his girlfriend Rosie are dining there tonight for Rosie's birthday, so will update you tomorrow. The video above is from tom's company.

http://youtu.be/V6DYRviC0VU

I would love to go.

Dont forget to check out the egg shaped toilets!