Everything about Duck & Waffle is bonkers.
The journey to the restaurant, situated in a small glass box perched on top of the Heron Tower, is reached by a hidden door and a glass lift that rockets you up 40 floors in seconds, leaving you dizzy.
The bar you emerge into first is inside out - instead of a bar with people behind it, it's an island with bartenders clustered around it. Outside the window (on the 37th floor terrace) there is a giant fake gold tree.
The dining room has a bright yellow waffley ceiling that - at least when we were there - leaked rainwater from the thunderstorm outside in at least four different places (including on our heads).
The food is all made for sharing, with the signature dish being a duck egg on top of a duck leg on top of two Belgian waffles with a side of mustardy maple syrup. They also serve BBQ pigs ears in a paper bag.
Nobody sits at their table for long. The 360° view - which on one side lets you look down on the Gherkin - is addictive. On Saturday, each flash of lightning had everyone running to the window and whooping.
The waiters are all young, normal people who laugh along with the whole bonkers experience and treat the place like it's their house and you've just popped round for tea.
In summary, I had some of the weirdest and most wonderful food I've ever tasted in one of the quirkiest and most amazing places I've ever been. It summed up everything that living in London should stand for.
To be honest, with the thunderstorm raging outside it felt a bit like the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.
Get up there quick.