It’s a chilly Friday night when we slink into Bar Kroketa, squeezing winter coats and shopping bags past a packed-out crowd sitting up at the bar and along window-side ledges.
We’re in the cosier, more dining-friendly back of the joint, a small and whitewashed, high-ceilinged nook which backs out onto Carnaby Street and Kingly Court. The tapas bar vibe is bang on from the start: couples nestled at the bar, loud chatter, dishes bashing about in the kitchen (visible through a long hatch) waiting staff joking with patrons, and the distinct waft of cheese and honey in the air.
