Firin

It’s becoming increasingly rare to find a restaurant where you can rock up, order one dish, and leave satisfied. But at Turkish spot Firin, that’s our favourite thing to do. The bright airy room is filled with groups stretching out their lunch hours, or solo diners speedily working their way through the slow-cooked tandir kebab that pulls apart with little encouragement from a fork. The deep brown sofa seating and raging fire of the oven brings warmth to the otherwise grey surroundings of King’s Cross. And you should know that the name Firin translates to oven, so a crispy lahmacun and cheesy pide are also a must.

photo credit: Alesandra Boruch

photo credit: Alesandra Boruch

photo credit: Alesandra Boruch

photo credit: Alesandra Boruch