Mr. Au

Yes, alright, I admit it. It was my idea and I am deeply deeply sorry. If any of my friends (well, the ones that are left) hear me suggest Mr Au's again, they have my permission to feed me a dodgy spring roll and make me go back for seconds. This review is more of a warning, to those dooyoo readers who have lots of friends and go out in the West End. It was a Friday evening, and we were looking for a quick meal so that our drinking wouldn't be interrupted for too long. We found a Chinese restaurant, and left again when it was clear they weren't going to serve us. "Ai ai" says I, "I know a cheap and cheerful place round the corner on ...  Read the complete review

Dooyoo never ceases to surprise me. Whilst skimming through the New Items List, which, as I'm sure you know, is usually full of hot topics like "Hotel In Buxton" or "A Small Flea I Once Saw In Swansea", I chanced upon a name that will haunt me forever - that of Mr Au. During my days as a lowly student in London, I frequented many a cheap restaurant, with dubious standards of cuisine, but, for some reason, Mr Au stands out as the tyrant of tripe, emperor of the inedible, and ruler of road kill. Here, then, is all you need to know about Mr Au. If you have spent a significant amount of time in the Soho/Leicester Square area, you might well ...  Read the complete review