The Thousands

When you think about it, it’s kind of bizarre that King Street has so few legitimate bars. The plethora of restaurants is a given, there’s a wealth of middling-to-good cafes, some reasonable pubs, but an absolute dearth of any cosy bars – with the possible exceptions of Madame Fling Flong and maaaaybe Kuleto’s. So the appearance last week of Corridor is a welcome development. **This cafe-bar hybrid has taken over the site of what was a series of slightly dysfunctional tapas incarnations, beckoning you in through its wide-open front to its well-stocked bar. Its two levels, heavily wooded and including a generous upstairs balcony, are also serviced by an efficient kitchen. We tried the mezze plate, a generous heaping of antipasti which I loved but was described as a salt-bomb by another. Maybe put that down to the teething pains all new places experience, or to the fact my friend is a salt wuss. Regardless, propped up at the front window of Corridor with a G&T is an agreeable way to start an evening.