Pretty much the whole body is covered nose to tail at Manchurian Legends and the menu is not for the faint-hearted: stir-fried pigs intestines with leek, spicy pigs knuckle, marinated duck tongues, stir-fried chicken gizzard and heart…

I’d definitely recommend Franco Manca if you’re short on time, but don’t fancy the usual suspects in fast food court. Their real achievement is creating a product with a real point of difference in the competitive and crowded Pizza market.

West Dulwich or West Norwood? Some blurring of the boundaries apart, The Rosendale is definitely in South London so that’s a big plus already for local allotmenteer Nick Harman

Qin Xie visits a City restaurant with a City banker. Does the seafood measure up?

Born in Texas, raised in Florida and trained in Holland, Chef Josh has a good feel for how far he can take the American spin on such British classics as fish and chips, pork pies, scotch eggs and bubble and squeak. Since taking the reigns at The Plough, Chef Josh has introduced a southern feel to the menu by including pulled pork, cornbread and using fruit, Cajun seasoning and lots of chilli that leaves you feeling bold without being smothered by soul food.

The restaurant is a cleverly designed space, open and transparent but still retaining a rustic element. Expect a lot of the food to turn up on wooden platters or iron pans. They have kept things simple. The menu splits into Boards, a selection of mix and match starter sized dishes served, you guessed it, on a board, and a choice of six main courses with optional sides.

Be ready to dash to Tuttons if the All Blacks win the quarter final on Saturday, 9th October – and later if they make it through to the semis and final. The first 50 diners will qualify for a free glass of Waipara West Wine on days the New Zealand All Blacks win a match. It’s worth changing allegiance for, as Joanna Biddolph discovered.

Unpretentious, not chasing trends, no obvious tattoos on the staff and food cooked classically well, Arbutus is the kind of old-skool that can teach the new kids a lesson.

Despite it’s low-rent, quasi-shabbiness, Ducksoup is not exactly cheap and I left hungry, so will it survive? I suspect it will ride a wave for a while, supported on the spume and foam of novelty and social media, but it will need to try harder to get a regular customer base when the surfers have moved on to the next breaker.

I’d forgotten how tasty hake can be when cooked correctly, this was firm and swimming in a charming pink, porky oil offset by a paste of serious-minded olive. The best were the salt baked potatoes – three little saggy bags of potato fluff in those jackets you only got at Guy Fawkes parties when you were a kid – the sorts of potatoes that you dug out from under the bonfire with crackly skins