His: This is a restaurant that reminds me of others like it that rely on gimmicks and/or decor instead of the quality of food to draw customers in. The problem with that approach for restaurant owners, though, is that the customer comes in only once. The projection system is very neat; the food is awful and pretentious, the service even worse. So, having tried the ordering system and the food, I'll be a one-time customer.
Her: Inamo is certainly in tune with the vibe of its neighborhood, alias not the swanky one, nor the culinary one. It does features an interesting way of ordering food, a program that does give you round 10 minutes of fun until the first dish arrives and you realize that that starter you ordered is about 10 times smaller than its projected picture. Nevermind, hungry, I jumped on my mains, a mushroom Toban Yaki, which was so totally yaki that I had to force the first bite down my throat and did not touch it again. Still hungry, I started dipping my Vegetable Temaki into the truffle infused sauce which gave the beef Carpaccio starter its taste: not bad, I was starting to eat. Our 17 quid rosé sake arrived and like the starter was four times smaller than the bottle we expected and 10 times sweeter. The plain white rice was not bad, it gave me a sense of cleanliness after my horrifying visit to the washroom. The avocado and tomato salad which I ordered as a 'low-risk' stomach filler as a last resort had so much salt on it that I could take it off with my bare hands. With the sake bottle empty and the water glass featuring UFOs (Unidentified Floating Objects) I had nothing left to quench my thirst nor to fill my stomach. The bill: 112 quid, oh no, sorry, 86, there was a computer error. I will never go back.