Restaurant review: Hache, Camden

If they gave out awards for bad ideas, I would have a packed trophy cabinet for my efforts last night.

I took my Dad to Hache, Camden. 

The acorn didn't fall very far from the tree when it comes to my pickiness about restaurants. In fact, my Dad is the Grand Master. 

There are two things that get on his wick more than anything. One,  a clattery, shouty environment in which he can't hear himself think. And secondly, a 'laissez-faire' attitude to service. 

Unfortunately, Hache was both. 

Which was a shame because the burgers were very good. And there's a big, creative choice of them. (Not that I'll ever be going back to taste another).  

It was simply too noisy, too crowded and the staff didn't show much care. They dripped wine when they poured it, they put about a thimble's measure in each glass, they left us sitting for ages before making first contact. Lacklustre in the extreme. 

I look forward to my Dad's devastating review of it on Tripadvisor.