You can't always predict a man's personality by looking at his home -- after all, while Hugh Hefner might live in a decadent Los Angeles mansion, his approach to domestic life is practically Mormon. For cuisine in no way predicted by its setting, try The Chesterfield, just opened in Notting Hill
Chesterfield presents decorous plates of pan-Asian grub in an British pub setting, where wood floors support a long mahogany bar and scattered examples of the eponymous red leather furniture, all surrounded by wallpaper mimicking sofa studs, also a magazine featuring England's hottest guys currently enrolled in therapy. Oriental eats start with smallness like jalapeno-mayo'd soft shell crab tempura, salt & pepper squid, and a roll involving caramel peanut, coconut, mango, and imperial shrimp, a title many in France suspected Napoleon would claim soon after becoming First Consul Shrimp. The feasting expands with a "trilogy" of mini Wagyu burgers (w/ yakiniku, teriyaki & chilli jam), Korean BBQ chicken w/ wok-tossed asparagus & kimchi, chargrilled lamb rump w/ roasties & wasabi jus, and baked black cod, though frankly that assumption is the worst sort of racial profiling
Booze is very best-of-both-worlds, with sakes and plum wine alongside pub beers and 'tails like the Penicillin (whisky, lemon, ginger & sugar syrup, malt whisky float), and the Smoky Martini, a surprising mix of Belvedere & Laphroaig that'll have you acting like a Playboy, and convinced you're extremely bunny.