Lurra

Lurra is the newest edition to the Spanish scene in London, and the only one of it’s kind I can really think of in the immediate area.
It’s tucked away on Seymour Place but pretty easy to find, it’s got lovely glass windows showing off the candle-​lit chic atmosphere inside. The walls are white, the people are pretty sitting inside and it’s clearly trying to be one of London’s upscale go-​to spots.
For the food, they nail it. The menu is small, filled with large sharing plates. We started with the Courgette flower and cod bendada, which was a really inventive take on fried fish and veggies (t almost looked like a drumstick, with the courgette as the handle). And then the large prime rib, which came as a giant slices cut of meat, very fatty on purpose, tenderly cooked in the middle to make it nice and pink. They serve is sans-​sauce, which is fine except I actually like sauce on my meat and haven’t found one that’s been so good that a bearnaise or peppercorn couldn’t make it better (and this wasn’t it either). They did have some nice aioli mayo that was good for dipping, either though they charged us .50p for us for it in the end. Really guys?
But the service. My god, it was bad. No, that’s not fair, bad would mean that we had to deal with them. It was non-​existent. We had a reservation for 8:30 and were sat at 8:45, which was a little annoying, but OK. And then we were ignored all night. We had to flag them down to do anything. Drinks, sauce, get the bill, get some salt. They also kept forgetting drink orders (or, well non-​alcoholic drink orders, those they nailed. But sparkling water we had to ask for three times.) No one every checked on us and we had to massively flag them down every single time we needed everything. Their minds were not on checking on patrons and it was obvious.
It’s not a cheap meal for sure. And when you’re paying these prices for this atmosphere and meal, service is necessary. And it was so bad here, that I’m hesitant to come back.