From the outside it’s little more than a rustic wooden conservatory. But The Shed is reputedly home to some of the best seafood in Wales. Keith went along to find out what all the fuss was about…

Mele e Pere has such bright neon lights outside that walking past I’d previously dismissed it as a sex shop. It’s not, despite some odd shaped Murano glass sculptures of the eponymous fruits on display, but nor is it a trattoria of yore. It’s modern; the high scrubbed wood tables accessed by the kind of tall stools that present a challenge to puffed out old bloaters like K and myself.

Lucy Self pulls on her wellies for a trip to the countryside and visits Godalming’s Bel & Dragon.

In the shadow of the massive garden marquee we know as the O2 Arena is a newly renovated pub known as The Pilot. Offering punters pre-show dinners and a stopover post-show, Poppy Laking, Warden of the South, samples the in-flight menu.

I’ve got a slice of pizza in my hand and I’m looking at a picture of a scruffy bloke with a dark goatee. It clicks. It’s Caravaggio. I recognise him not because I’m a man of art, but because I’m old enough to remember his face on a lira note.

Fun and games of a ramen quiz and a chopstick using competition all helped the event rattle along nicely while the adventure of the outside lavs gave everyone who used them a war story to dine out on. All in all a good night out with fun food and all involved put on a solid performance

Weaving in and out of the suits that inhabit Chancery Lane is good exercise for anyone wanting to perfect their reflexes. Dodge the corporate lawyer, side-step the overpaid PA and somersault over the la-di-das who seemingly do nothing in the big glass-fronted professional officey buildings. Sooner or later you arrive at Kimchee.

Whatever previous critics have said, Cantina Laredo certainly isn’t a bad restaurant. I can’t comment on the authenticity, best ask a Mexican himself, but there is much to commend here from the food to the presentation to the service. If you want to try something different, it’s a solid bet. Go for the gigantic portions, stay for the margarita. 

Tonkotsu was a roaring success when it opened in Soho. Now a new branch, Tonkotsu East, has opened in Haggerston. Alex went down to see what all the fuss is about.

They don’t seem to have my reservation, but they do have a spare table so we sit down. The menu is picked up and there is a problem that my trained critical eye spots immediately. We are in the wrong restaurant.