From the dawn of its very existence it has searched land and sea to feast.
Craving the extravagance of nature's finest flesh.
Relentlessly drawn to flame and fire.
Behold you are the Beast.
The king of the seafloor was held aloft. Cherished and alive they followed the northern light to port. From the arctic cold they entered & lit the candles. The Beast appeared and the crab was no more.
In the wilderness they encountered one other. A science & passion committed them to an eternal art. A masterpiece of muscle, fat & bone they created. Was hung out to dry as sacrifice to the Beast.
An enigmatic entrance to a place to drink and feast. Home to the best surf and turf in London
The legends awaken, the shadows flicker.
They call you, they hail you. The Beast.