Yauatcha: another quickie

I am in London for the weekend and am currently sitting in a smoky Internet cafe off Leicester Square. Although I already stuffed myself to capacity after totally overordering at a pretty good place on Edgeware Road called Iran: The Restaurant, I was pondering a quick trip (if only to peer in the windows) to Yauatcha, a fancy-pants dim sum experience in Soho. While searching for their address, I stumbled across this review by Giles Coren.

I know nothing of this man and have read nothing else that he has written, ever. But at this very moment, as I sit hunched in this smoky Internet cafe in which one can hear strains of Olivia Newton John entreating us all to Get Physical over the whoosh of the espresso machine, he has become my own personal hero. And besides benefiting from his wonderfully bilious sense of humo(u)r, he has taught me a new word: trollocks.