Diwali menu at Moti Mahal

Moti Mahal is high end, but low-key. So low-key in its outward appearance that we miss the entrance- the companion notes,’it’s designed to keep riff-raff like us boho types out’. But then this is a venue that has no need to shout for attention. And when we finally bumble in to the elegant dining room, we’re treated less like riff-raff and more like royalty.

Angela Hartnett gets into truffle

Angela Hartnett launches the first of the Fortnum & Mason Chef’s Dinners series on 21st November with a  seasonal White Truffle Dinner in The Fountain restaurant.  Fortnum & Mason Chef’s Dinners will be regular events in The Fountain restaurant to highlight the very best Chefs in the UK cooking with the very best seasonal produce.

Monday Supperclubs at Roti Chai

‘This one will get you in a sweet mood’, Hindustani saxophonist Jesse Bannister assures. Good- I need a dose of sugar after a slurp of the companion’s exceptionally tart Nimbu Sour, seasoned liberally with black salt. Yum, yum, and thrice yum. Coupled with the chaat masala-sprinkled plaintain chips, it makes for a very merry welcome to Roti Chai’s weekly Monday supperclub.

Skyfall Cocktail at The Savoy

The Skyfall martini was developed especially for the world premiere of the film by Eric Lorincz and served up to the stars at the after show party. Obviously you and I did not receive an invite to this, but, like me, you can live out your Bond dreams by heading down to the Savoy in the company of your very own Bond / Bond-girl lookalike for an evening of cocktails and espionage.

Bo London

Fans of what AA Gill recently called ‘monosyllabic dining’ i.e. fried chicken, ribs, burgers etc won’t be interested in this new place, but anyone who can see beyond salt, fat and sugar certainly will be.

Bang! Pow! Zap! Dishoom Lands In Shoreditch

Us East London types are a parochial bunch. Friendly, but pretty parochial. So until now it’s been a right pain to venture into the tourist-ridden West End to get our fix of the buttery comfort heaven, pau bhaji, and tumblers of scrunchy ice gola. But! Hallelujah! No more. Because we’ve got own branch, appropriately bordering Banglatown and Hipsterville.