The last time we came to London we ate at Zayna's 4 times. It was just that good. Makes sense that we would return there at our first chance (even as fatigued as we were). Just like before, the service was unbelievable. As part of our male bonding experience, I asked the boys if I should order for the 3 of us (Zoe is a mild kinda of a gal). They said -- "heck yeah Dad, bring the heat!" The heat came and only Max and I survived the heavenly inferno. Shocked that any parent would subject a child to this, the staff brought Nick much needed mouth-to-yogurt relief while Zoe just stared a hole through my sweat-soaked (albeit blissfully in pain) being. But hey, Max hung tough giving me a moderate sense of masculine parental self worth. Until today. Zayna gave back and boy did I hear about it. Rating: Max (10), Nick (7), Zoe (7), Lou (8). An 8 it is.