The Corner House
published on 24th February, 2010

The Corner House isn’t a house at all, any more than the Animal Collective is a group of cats and pigeons with silly stage names. In fact, the whole place is like a helpless tsetse fly snagged in a sticky web of deceit.

Inside, the ‘kitchen’ is actually a well-stocked wine bar. The ‘dining room’ is a full-service restaurant, with a delectable baby beetroot salad currently on special. And upstairs, a planned ‘living room’ will not feature some fetid flatmate covering himself in chip dust and hogging the remote control, but a goddamn cocktail lounge, with takeaway pizza service.**It’s a veritable clusterf*ck of cheeky misnomers – and work quite typical of manager, ‘Kappa’, who is also behind ‘The Shop’ on Curlewis Street. Needless to say, Kappa is not himself a line of Italian sportswear and the Curlewis Street place, ceci n’est pas un shop. The man’s a congenital white liar.

However, clearly he runs a decent wine bar/eatery, so if you’re able to let slide the false advertising in return for a decent Riesling and risotto, get involved.

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