Stuck in a hotel an evening before flying, Nadia Alkahzrajie finds that the Sofitel Gatwick is a restaurant that has wings.

The branch of Roxie in Clapham is a small blink and you’ll miss it sort of a place, with a clean, red-boothed interior and a friendly attentive staff. The menu is small too, the focus clear – meat, and plenty of it.

Slap bang in the middle of that A4 sheet is a half kilo of flesh with accompanying sides: The Beast. For £15 that’s a meat-feast rivalling Bodeans for value. The steak sits quietly to one side of the menu, perhaps overshadowed by its bigger redder meat platter brothers. Look closer though and you’re in for a surprise. Do your eyes deceive you? 7oz fillet steak for £13.95?! That’s either insanity or a misprint – thankfully it’s the former.

Nozomi is a Japanese restaurant, serving up (in their words)’contemporary Japanese cuisine’ and’eclectic cocktails’. While I don’t know nearly enough about Japanese food to give credence to the first statement – they served sushi, sashimi and tempura, what more do you want? – I can safely say the cocktails were eclectic.

Every spirit under the sun is on offer here, mixed with every fruit money can buy. Although we tried a few, including the watermelon bumbum and a fruit cocktail that floated in a small bowl of ice, my favourite was possibly the simplest – the Japanese Old Fashioned. That said, as well as whisky and sake, they had flavoured this with hints of caramel and a stick of ginger, so not that simple after all. A nice strong drink, that takes a good while to sip, the caramel gave a sweeter than usual taste, while the ginger left a medicinal aura. Mmm…medicinal.

Amy finds pub grub has grown up when she visits the new version near Moorgate

Kishmish claims to be delivering innovative Indian food to their customers, and it couldn’t be more true: the food is indeed innovative, cooked to perfection and beautifully presented.

Up above the madding crowd Nick Harman discovers his inner wild man with a special foraged menu

Only headless chickens desperate to be on trend could rave over Barnyard, reckons William Morris

On my last visit to the Sofitel, Gatwick Airport I sampled classical French fine dining at La Brasserie, a delicious but deceptively rich meal that left me feeling like I might prevent the plane from taking off the next morning. This time, en route to my Greek Island getaway, the ever-helpful Holiday Extras crew have booked me into Le Café, where I get to sample the delights of Parisian street food in the hotel’s airy atrium. 

Set to hobnob the superwealthy, Ramusake has just launched as a late-night members’ restaurant and club. Anita gets a taste of the high life

Crocker’s Folly is brought to us from the guys behind the much-loved Lebanese chain, Maroush. The Grade II listed building it inhabits was once home to a hotel and Victorian gin palace. Last week, after ten years of abandonment, followed by a period of intricate restoration, it opened to the public once again.