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.

It means ‘River Country’, apparently.

A typically well-run Vietnamese café: swiftly expedited food, trotting across all tastes and whims such as phở noodle soup, the staples of duck, pork, beef, chicken and service with a smile.

If the Vietnamese did pubs…

I have never, ever had a bad night at a BYOB restaurant. My weapons of choice at Mien Tay were Guinness and John Smiths.

Plain old Tramshed.

Seven years on from writing this post, I don’t think the popping candy cheesecake ever made it onto the menu.