Fumo - Birmingham

The fit for fumo at selfridges should be a million morling. a crazy amount of money for each restaurant, but given a particularly obscene sum (and yes, the note is in the name), that it is within the limits of a load. when I first heard the plans, I thought the owner would have lost his marmore and now that I sat in the fourth floor restaurant, it is clear that someone else found them and sold them to him with a massive win. it is a mass of polished calacatta, the type that I sell for a day job and ask who buys it on the type of money that it commands. Answer: here. it smells like money. from high heels with colored sohlen, from oversized handbags with padlocks and from perfume from the trenches of Roman gypsy. Maybe I did the last piece. even the tables are thicker marble, our a large disc in the center of the room large enough for six big gents and six bigger egos.

A family friend recommended me to take the other half to fumo for her birthday and I thought why not. I made a reservation during the work and could not have the time I would like, but I booked anyway. when we arrived at the reception, they acted as if they could not find my reservation and then we sat at a random table in the bar area. where the people were constantly passing by when we had eaten. I asked before our food arrived to be moved and was told that they would try to find us a table, but they never came back. I felt like I had been treated like a second class citizen from the moment I came in. I was very disappointed because I and my other half-work were very hard and not often get the opportunity to go together. eating was nice, but due to the service and treatment I will not spend my hard earned money there again.

A family friend recommended me to take the other half to fumo for her birthday and I thought why not. I made a reservation during the work and could not have the time I would like, but I booked anyway. when we arrived at the reception, they acted as if they could not find my reservation and then we sat at a random table in the bar area. where the people were constantly passing by when we had eaten. I asked before our food arrived to be moved and was told that they would try to find us a table, but they never came back. I felt like I had been treated like a second class citizen from the moment I came in. I was very disappointed when I and my other half work were very hard and not often...read more

The fit for fumo at selfridges should be a million morling. a crazy amount of money for each restaurant, but given a particularly obscene sum (and yes, the note is in the name) that it is within the limits of a load. when I first heard the plans, I thought the owner would have lost his marmore and now that I sat in the fourth floor restaurant, it is clear that someone else found them and sold them to him with a massive win. it is a mass of polished calacatta, the type that I sell for a day job and ask who buys it on the type of money that it commands. Answer: here. it smells like money. from high heels with colored sohlen, from oversized handbags with padlocks...read more

About hyped over price. they see the label on their moms and look at it when they put it in the garderobe. very average food. is in any case more than approx. £50 for two. we spent about £70 and were not yet full, tiny portions.