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.

Bundance.

Even though at Bundance the patties are served slider-sized, there was going to be an inevitable capacity issue.

Fourth time lucky.

Siam Secret is a little treasure; attracting both Thai folks in search of authentic homely cuisine, and posh bachelors in search of a misplaced watering hole.

Shake Shack.

Shake Shack gives the discerning greasehound wooden tables, space and, when it’s in front of you, tearfully good-looking food.