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I've only been twice. Saturday lunchtimes.
Now you must bear in mind that my favourite meal of the week is lunch ona Saturday, and my favourite lunch on a Saturday is either lobster or Dover Sole meuniere, with a good bottle of poo. On both my visits Rocksalt served these items extremely well, the service was excellent and the view exceptional, so I only have good things to say.
I have no idea whether they also serve the sort of ground-breaking Shoreditchwánk hipsterstuff that you may prefer.
On one occasion I ate next to Victor Lewis-Smith and his mad hair.
That sounds perfectly lovely, but I fear I've missed the al fresco window for this year. I was hoping to slurp on oysters while watching dinghys full of brown people drown at sea
Went to the Whitstable Oyster Company on Saturday. Rock oysters with black truffle and champagne butter. My word.