Canting Canary Wharf

You're in Canary Wharf, surrounded by glass towers and finance bros, and somehow you've stumbled into proper Cantonese restaurant that feels like it belongs in Chinatown. The dim sum here isn't an afterthought—it's the main event, with trolleys rolling past your table carrying things that actually taste like someone's grandmother had a hand in them. The roasted meats are the real draw though; the duck comes out glossy and properly rendered, char siu has that sticky-sweet thing nailed, and they're not mucking about with fusion nonsense. Service moves at a proper pace, never rushing you, and the dining room has that slightly worn, lived-in feel that screams authenticity rather than corporate polish. It's exactly what Canary Wharf needed.