"On paper the Armenian Taverna really shouldn't work. Entrance to the basement restaurant is through such an unassuming doorway off Albert Square, it's a wonder anyone finds it in the first place. Those that do would be forgive for thinking they'd stepped into a time warp. It hasn't changed in almost 25 years and the décor couldn't be further removed from the today's stark post-modernism. It's a wonder everyone isn't drinking Blue Nun. Good job, then, that the food is so good.

There's plenty of meze (or Mezzeh) to start with, from Ful Bi-Hummus, Egyptian brown beans with egg and the ubiquitous chick pea dip, to the tongue-twisting Dabagadz Tzugnik, sardines and whitebait, simply fried. Portions are generous to say the least, so only the very brave should opt for Jash (second course), which includes Armenian king prawns, as a starter.

The mains are dominated by Khorovdik, an excellent range of char grilled kebabs, from lean, nicely spiced Shish to a succulent, tasty Judi (marinated baby Poussin), while non-carnivores are catered for by the Gaizag trout or the marinated halibut kebab. All come with vast timbales of rice, but you really should order some of the wonderfully monikered lavish bread of Caucasus. Most can't make it to the dessert menu, but pakalava are highly recommended.

And the best thing? The bill, as the total looks as dated as the décor."

The Guardian