London’s restaurant scene moves with all the loyalty of a fashion editor during Fashion Week. One minute you’re impossible to get a table at; the next you’re being discussed in the same nostalgic tone reserved for skinny jeans and Soho House.
Every summer an anointed terrace emerges. A place where the city’s beautiful people mysteriously arrive at precisely golden hour and somehow never seem to have work to return to. This year, the crown belongs firmly to Los Mochis London City.
Perched nine floors above Broadgate Circle, the Mexican-Japanese rooftop has become that increasingly rare thing: a restaurant people are genuinely excited about. Not because a PR machine has instructed them to be, but because word has spread in the way it always does when somewhere gets the formula exactly right.
The views help, naturally.
The terrace unfolds above the City like a private members’ club designed by someone with an exceptionally generous budget and an excellent Pinterest board. St Paul’s stands proudly in one direction, The Shard glitters in another, and on a sunny afternoon the entire capital appears to be showing off. One almost expects to spot a Ralph Lauren campaign being photographed in the corner.
The crowd is equally entertaining. On any given afternoon you’ll find financiers pretending they’re not financiers, impossibly polished couples who appear to have stepped directly out of a Net-a-Porter editorial, and the occasional influencer attempting to casually photograph a margarita from seventeen different angles.
It’s glorious people-watching. Thankfully, unlike so many trendy addresses, it doesn’t rely solely on aesthetics.
The concept sounds improbable on paper: Mexican soul meets Japanese precision
The pairing feels less like a gimmick and more like a love affair that should have happened years ago. Executive Chef Leonard Tanyag orchestrates the menu with confidence, allowing both culinary traditions to shine without either competing for attention.
Sashimi arrives pristine and elegant, elevated by bright citrus and flashes of Mexican heat. Sushi is executed with remarkable precision. Tacos deliver exactly the sort of flavour-packed satisfaction that causes otherwise sophisticated adults to become strangely territorial over the final portion. Every dish feels considered. Every plate arrives looking beautiful enough for Instagram but tasting far better than it needs to. Which, frankly, is the dream.
Particularly impressive is the fact that the entire menu is gluten and nut free, while vegetarian dishes are also vegan. It is a testament to the kitchen’s skill that this information feels almost incidental. Nobody is sacrificing flavour in the name of virtue.
Then there is the Agaveria
A temple to tequila and mezcal, it houses one of the capital’s most extensive collections of agave spirits, alongside Japanese whiskies, sakes and wines. The cocktail list is playful without becoming performative — a difficult balancing act in modern London hospitality, where drinks menus increasingly read like doctoral theses. The margaritas alone are reason enough to extend lunch well into dinner.
For those who enjoy a little theatre with their meal, Los Mochis has wisely embraced spectacle. Its much-discussed TENREI Tuna Ceremony sees guests gather around a whole tuna before it is expertly broken down and transformed into an immersive ten-course experience. Elsewhere, LUNA Omakase offers a more intimate affair, while Friday evenings bring the now-infamous Tulum Nights, which transform the rooftop into a scene that feels somewhere between a beach club and a particularly glamorous house party.
Yet what makes Los Mochis so successful isn’t the view, the cocktails or even the social cachet. It’s timing.
The City has spent years trying to convince people that it can be as fun as the West End. For the first time, it may have found a venue capable of making that argument convincingly. They understand that luxury in 2026 isn’t about white tablecloths or hushed dining rooms. It’s about experience. Energy. Escapism. It offers all three in abundance.
As the afternoon sun dipped lower across the skyline and another round of cocktails mysteriously appeared at our table, it became clear why securing a reservation has become something of a competitive sport.
London loves a new obsession.
This address feels like it might just beat the heat of the season. Visit www.LosMochis.co.uk to book your table!
By: Lucas Raven
