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100 Wardour Street
London W1F 0TN
+44 (0) 20 7314 4000
Floridita is a Cuban bar and restaurant with some of the finest Cuban cigars outside Cuba. The rhythms of bands flown over from Havana combine with the sounds of some of London's best DJs to make this a vibrant venue.
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March 04, 2008
I've only been to Floridita for drinks, and only early in the week. Turning up without a reservation Thu,Fri,Sat is pointless. I've never eaten there so I can't comment on the food but the cocktails are great (if you like rum)! Until the smoking ban friends often enjoyed a cigar with their mojito, but I don't miss the smell of smoke. My experience of the service has been flaky. At times adequate attention taking orders and serving, at other times no sight of a waitress even when the place is virtually empty. All that said, I really love the live music combined with the cocktails so I keep going back. Just stick to a Tuesday or Wednesday!
January 27, 2008
“It's an Amish technique. I was shunned from the age four until my sixth birthday for not saving the excess oil from a can of tuna.”
As Dwight on the US version if the office would say, I have decided to fully Schrute Shun Floridita. What did this monstrosity of an eating/drinking/dancing establishment ever do to me you may ask?
Hmmm... how about the reservation for 10 last week that resulted in the worst Frankenstein of a table arrangement I have ever seen: in the corner, seating for 6 bolted to a small round booth for three so the whole arrangement looked like an inverted exclamation point. (Now by my count that makes nine, but I was never good at math). Or maybe it was the obnoxious upselling on the part of our host, we kept insisting that we needed wine for the table, and gave me a look like I was some sort of culinary savage when I repeatedly refused, even though we were just drinking mojitos. Or maybe that the most expensive starter on the menu arrived in triplicate even though it had not been ordered. I think the final insult was bill, on which an unannounced £6 per head charge appeared for the “entertainment”... or for the band that played for the single couple to meekly dance salsa, hoping that the experience would all soon be over.
There will be no unshunning.
