1 Lombard Street

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.

Restaurant review- Yalla Yalla, Winsley St

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.

Where Chefs Eat- A guide to chefs’ favourite restaurants

Of course few normal people, when pressed, can actually name even five working chefs and odds are they would mostly think of Ramsay, who isn’t in the book and Blumenthal who is, despite being more of a James May of food these days. But if you’ve heard of Harald Wohlfahrt,’in 2005 he was awarded the German Order of Merit’ then you can now find out what he likes for breakfast.

Go backwards in Cornwall at The Llawnroc Hotel

Picturesque harbours, calling seagulls, locally caught fish, television-famous pasties and a check list of world-famous sights you still haven’t visited – isn’t it time you caught up with Cornwall? Joanna Biddolph eats her way round as much of it as she can in two days and nights, staying at the luxurious but backwardly spelled Llawnroc Hotel in Gorran Haven. 

Beagle restaurant to open in March 2013

Hot on the heels of the Great Horsemeat Scandal, we receive news of a Beagle restaurant…Oh, wait, it’s not serving up ACTUAL beagles, or serving food to them- although this being a Shoreditch venture, both are possible and, arguably, some of the clientele might be derogatorily described as’real dogs’.

New London restaurant Clockjack

The chicken skin was, as we guessed it would be, terrible. Greasy, lank and tasteless. Fit only to be peeled off like a soggy condom and as quickly discarded. The unseasoned meat was moist, verging on wet, and tasted of not much at all, not even chicken. The menu boasts that Clockjack’s marinade is a special secret recipe. The secret may possibly be that it’s just tap water.