We showed up right at closing time and ended up talking to the butcher and his trainee for close to half and hour. The shop is tiny by anyone’s standards with a MASSIVE octagonal end-grain butcher block right in the dead center of the room. If you ever find yourself in London it’s worth a trip to Allens just to see this beast. The idea with the octagon shape is that when they teach classes, which they do weekly, each person can get their own station. The actual meat on display was limited to the refrigerated case in the front window but it was a mixture of Scottish beef and imported American beef to satisfy the desires of high rollers staying in the hotel around the corner (there was a Ferrari parked out front and I figured I couldn’t afford to even find out what the name was).