Tigermilk has landed in London.
After captivating Paris with its punchy take on Latin American dining, the cult restaurant group has crossed the Channel and opened at 127 Charing Cross Road: a two-floor, 138-cover spot that feels more like a party than a restaurant. This is Tigermilk’s UK debut, and if the brand’s track record in France is anything to go by, it won’t stay under the radar for long.
Founded in 2019 by restaurateurs Nina and Alexis Melikov, Tigermilk is already a heavyweight back home, pulling in over 3,500 guests daily across ten buzzing locations. The formula? Bold food, high-energy interiors, and a refusal to take itself too seriously. It’s sunshine and spice with a side of swagger. And it all comes at a price point that feels borderline criminal (in the best way).
At the heart of it all is a deep love for Latin America, not the Pinterest version, but the real thing: the coastlines of Peru, the markets of Mexico, the roadside grills and shared plates and messy, brilliant flavours that come with them. Tigermilk doesn’t trade in authenticity for the sake of it. It trades in feeling. The food is loud, generous, and unfussy, dishes that land on the table already halfway gone, designed to be passed around, eaten with your hands, and remembered long after.
There’s a lot to love: chipotle-marinated T-bone soaked in agave for 12 hours before hitting the grill; cochinita pibil tacos that melt on contact; fresh dorade ceviche with strawberries, sweet, sharp, unexpected; and a tableside guacamole ritual that brings just the right amount of drama. Larger plates like the rocoto-glazed lamb shoulder are built for sharing, or hoarding, depending on who you’re with.
And the desserts? Not an afterthought. The maracuyá tiramisu is four layers of passionfruit-laced madness. The dulce de leche cheesecake doesn’t just flirt with indulgence, it commits.
Then there’s the bar: over 250 bottles of mezcal and tequila, stacked behind a glowing wall. Cocktails lean into the playful, mezcal mules, hibiscus margaritas, a Tigermilk spritz kissed with yuzu and pink grapefruit. It’s the kind of drinks list that dares you to stay longer than planned. Wines come courtesy of independent producers from South America and France.
But Tigermilk isn’t just a restaurant, it’s a space. Designed by Tigermilk’s in-house Studio Leche in collaboration with Christie Ward (alumna of Soho House), the interiors are theatrical but considered. Inspired by the faded glamour of Cuernavaca’s grand estates, it’s all marble floors, mirrored ceilings, and wild greenery. The open kitchen is a constant hum of energy; the long bar, a centrepiece in its own right.
And that’s the point. Tigermilk doesn’t want to replicate. It wants to evoke. The soul of Latin America, reimagined through food, sound, and space. Not authentic. Not traditional. Just full of life.
The food bangs. The drinks are dangerous. The prices are wildly gentle.
Welcome to London, Tigermilk. We needed this.
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