London
What an unsual name - "napket". Sounds like something a small child would use to wipe crumbs and chocolate away from from its face. A sort of serviette with training wheels somewhere between a wet wipe and a napkin.
"Young Jimmy's growing up fast isn't he."
"Yes, He's a sloppy eater but i'm sure he'll be off the napkets in no time"
Anyway, this place is odd, but sort of fun. I thought the posh nosh was actually pretty decent (contrary to Qypers in SW London). My pesto pasta with pine nuts really hit the spot and the food was served quickly and with a smile. The interior is...... interesting. Fake chandeliers, gold everywhere and little bit of turf positioned in between the sandwiches. A bit OTT for me, but it's unique and you can tell the Toff's of Regent Street love it.
Might go back, might not. Too early to tell.
Check out my review of Napket Picadilly - I am ahunter - on Qype
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