The original Sushinho was really more a bar with food than a restaurant, and so dark I had to view the menu by the light of my mobile phone. In this Sushinho the bar is thankfully downstairs, allowing the restaurant to be just that.

Overall we’ve really enjoyed the evening. Not only have the management team mastered the cooking technique but they’ve also embraced the term Asado in its other meaning, that of being a social event. You can expect a lot more to come from this restaurant, not just in the menu offering.

If you are able to prepare yourself for a slightly pricy wine list and the possibility of a minor misstep with the odd dish then you’ll put yourself in the way of some very good cooking

Covent Garden and Shaftesbury Avenue around 7pm are packed with pre-theatre diners wandering about in increasing desperation trying to decide where to eat. Many, if not most, are concerned about delays and will opt for a chain serving steaks or burgers. The food may be boring but it’s worth it for the reassurance of speed. St James, the first purpose-built theatre complex to open in London for 30 years, has a solution; a brasserie downstairs, a restaurant upstairs and shows for all sorts

It’s a loud, pipey bar when you first step in, with huge suit backs and a bit of braying from the nearby Holborn law chambers, but the punters seem friendly enough and were in good spirits the Thursday night we went.

With cooking that has the flavours, charm and simplicity of a Brawn or a Terroir, and a style that makes you smile despite yourself, The Shed has plenty to recommend it to locals. Even scenesters should find it’s well worth pedaling the single geared bike over to Notting Hill for.

Times change and pubs are dying. Conversion into the sort of place the Bosis have created seems the only way to avoid demolition or conversion into flats. With easy to digest prices for above average cooking this could easily become a regular haunt for locals. All in all quite a result for Fulham and clearly premier league stuff.

If you’ve ever been to the Royal Exchange but skipped Sautrelle, you’ve missed a trick, because there’s some top food to be found inside. You can sample a little bit from the classy French menu in the Grand Café on the ground floor, but the best experience comes when you dine in the official restaurant upstairs.

Choose Yalla Yalla for dips and spanking fresh salads, gut-busting grills, and unusual puds worth exploring. Don’t if you’re in the market for mind-blowing hot mezze, or have no desire to drink the sort of cocktails that return you to the heady days of swigging illicit alcopops outside the yoof club. And, if you do go, sneak in a salt cellar.

Like any London brasserie worth its celery salt, a greater emphasis is on a well-turned-out room humming with money and gossip than anything as pedestrian as the eating. So whilst this inverted snob isn’t in a hurry to go back, if you happen to have a wad of fifties burning a hole in your pocket and adore to dine under a glass-domed’cupola’, you could do a lot worse. Just take your coat off first and don’t wear a watch.