There’s something strange happening to the Kilburn high road. To the locals, the ones that have been here for the longest, these may well seem like the end times.

Urban Meadow, all day eating, a changing British menu, bright cheerful surroundings and keen to please staff and when the weather’s warmer a good place for al fresco feeding.

Service was quick and amicable, with none of the supposed coldness that some other online reviews complain about. The dishes are priced at an affordable £3-4.50. At that price, it’s easily worth a punt. 

Ignoring a string of bad reviews on restaurant websites, I turned a blind-eye to the keyboard critics and had dinner at Pulcinella on Old Compton Street anyway. 

As a North London lass, asking me to travel to Clapham for an Indian meal’s pretty much like inviting me to Chennai for a spot of supper. But on hearing of a brand-new venue claiming to celebrate the little-represented cuisine of Purab, I booked a flight – ahem, jumped on a tube – faster than you can say Jack Robinson. Or, perhaps more aptly,’Shah Rukh Khan’.

Naamyaa Café is a relatively new Bangkok Café by Wagamama fonder Alan Yau.

Nadia Alkahzrajie dines in the shaddow of Mount Etna at the Grand Hotel Timeo.

Poppy Laking scoffs her way through the new Autumn menu at Bumpkin and ponders the lack of seasonal songs about London.

A restaurant so warm and inviting, Janet decides to sleep there. Luckily they have rooms so it wasn’t under the table