Paper Tiger is everything I dislike in a restaurant: plate-smashing noise, inside as dark as a pocket with knife blades tearing through and quarters so close at the dining bar that I wanted to call the Covid matron for help. In fact, the person sitting next to me had such a horrendous bronchial cough, I nearly walked out as my only means of getting away from this jabberwocky. I should have and would have not had to endure a series of ridiculous food that was coming out of the kitchen.
Large booths and additional dining at the seating bar overlooking Fore Street
