Despite probably having never worked in an office or factory in his life (Old Etonians don’t, do they?), Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall has opened a Canteen. Lois London joins the Barbour’d up crowd cramming in to cram it all down.

What’s already apparent is that Jason has melded the elements of inventive, creative ‘Feen Deening’ with the link so often missing in such food – real flavour. Add to that a relaxed ‘vibe’ to the New Yorky room – we are not in The Church of Food here, you are allowed to talk and laugh – and it all just feels right.

Lo, good people of Glasgow, please take a bow. All my preconceptions about you and your city have been Glasgow-kissed goodbye. From your stylish train station replete with Champagne Bar, to your Palladian architecture, your friendliness and your food, I concede I was wrong to think less than kind thoughts.

You have to watch what you say about Mexico and Mexicans, as Jeremy Clarkson found out. So lest the big guns of the PC police become brought to bear on me let’s be perfectly clear about one thing – my reluctance to eat Mexican food has nothing to do with any dislike of the country or its inhabitants, but stems from historical bad experiences of the stuff.

Hurray, Trullo! Some nine months after it opened, I have finally been! Brushing past it on my way to Highbury & Islington tube, this esteemed neighbourhood restaurant, in my own neighbourhood, has been rammed happy every time I pass. It’s been impossible to book, I had to wait over a month for a two-hour window and that only at 7pm on a Monday evening but I pounced on it. This place is in high demand.

I’m a big avocate of keeping things simple, so when a restaurant serving top quality steak opens on Exchange Square and adopts the name of The Steak Exchange it’s already made it into my good books

Hackney hackles all a quiver, Anita Pati finds she has to choke back her class warrior gut feelings as she guiltily spoons some rather fine scallops into her mouth. Sometimes, she has to admit, posh food is really rather nice and that most bankers are from Essex anyway.

The restaurant has an authentic French feel about it reminding me in its style of several I have visited in Paris over the years. Chez Gerard, Tower of London, certainly didn’t feel like part of a chain, the food was very good indeed. We certainly enjoyed our meal there.

Tucked into the back alleys of the city of London, Bonds bar and restaurant deserves a look in from those who don’t work within a one mile radius of its doors.

If any restaurant is allowed to paint itself a rather alarming shade of yellow, it is one situated in a complex of council buildings, in this case between Durham County Hall and what was, I think, the offices of the waste disposal unit