Raclette in SW9.

Remembering 409 with cheese; something else that’s hard not to like.

The eight-year itch.

You don’t have to be sat in the window (or drunk) to enjoy SushiSamba, but it definitely helps.

Time travelling.

Brunch (well, beer and breakfast) at the Electric diner. Fun fact: John Christie used to work next door.

Hoppers.

Taking The European for some Sri Lankan hair-of-the-dog.

A day in Guildford.

Guildford Positano doesn’t have such incredible P.R. as ‘sexiest Italian restaurant in town’ or ‘kick-ass Sunday brunch’, but it does hit the mark by being a properly decent neighbourhood haunt.

Dishoom… eventually.

Dishoom has an Irani café ethos of simplicity, humbleness and accessibility: with the exception of being able to simply get through their doors in the first place.

The great re-opening.

Please get out there and support my wonderful industry and the equally wonderful people who depend on it for their livelihoods.