At the six-seat Juno Omakase in Notting Hill, guests sit as if an intimate demi-clock around the chefs, tucked away behind a heavy curtain, far from the madding crowd. Sushi counters are usually small but Juno is particularly minute, correctly heralded as “London’s smallest restaurant”, a dainty nest of a restaurant full of excellent fish.
Size often matters in life; it doesn’t always when it comes to restaurants. Juno is charming and fun, romantically small and a place where conversation between diners is almost par for the course. And there’s much to discuss: this is a place hidden above Los Mochis, a restaurant that deals in Japanese-Mexican fusion, hardly common.
