If the name conjures images of something chilly, the reality is anything but robotic. Sure, the decorative detailing, involving valves and steel flanges, has a touch of the Fritz Lang about it. but the warmth and buzz of the place (projected in no small part by the impressive floor team) makes it more of an engine room than assembly line.

Everything about Automata's ID work seems to suggest that the restaurant serves things like fricasséed nuts and bolts in a sauce of brake fluid, or energon cubes sprinkled with crystallised dilithium, so when food made of plants and animals starts to land on the table it's almost something of a surprise.