Light, airy, elegant… Not words you commonly associate with an Indian restaurant. Rarely fitting epithets for the way you feel post-curry, either. But then, Manpreet Dhingra and Jiwan Laal aimed to open a venue anything but common and, with Cinnamon Culture, the duo are right on the money.

Vingt-Quatre on Fulham Road is London’s only 24 hour licenced restaurant David Bullock wanders in after a good lie in and sees if the vibe is 24/7. And is the chef asleep?

Here’s a fact, if you want to find the kind of French restaurant that glovely fits the cliché of what a French restaurant should be – inexpensive, unpretentious, a little bit quirky and serving delicious food  – you’re better off not going to France.

Antico is not going to get the food twitchers excited, but as a reliable, affordable place for a decent lunch or dinner it’s got the balance and the attitude right.

Dach & Sons is something of an anomaly in Hampstead, which is no doubt its intention. Not known for its participation in any type of zeitgeist since the days of Arts and Crafts, the affluent north London’village’ of Hampstead has supported a selection of very good pubs, outmoded chains and’neighbourhood’ restaurants for decades, with few hints of the fickle food trends jostling for position a few miles away in central London.

Floripa is more of a revamp than a complete about-turn – there’s the same huge indoor area with a long bar and ample space for dancing and a stage, but Floripa is shouting louder about its food: there is a snug for diners in the far corner as well as tables on the paved area outside.

Running until the end of August, the Mango Tree’s Head Chef Ood and consultant chef Ian Pengelly (of Gilgamesh fame) have devised a six course Thai feast to celebrate the event that  so seduced the nation.

Don’t expect to leave discussing the cleverness of a cappuccino foam, the intensity of a wine reduction, the artfulness of the presentation. Annie’s in Barnes avoids every competitive, nonsensical expectation of gimmick-loving gastronauts. What it does is glammed-up home cooking, well-executed and fun, in a relaxed, rococo-mixed-with-rock-and-roll atmosphere. Joanna Biddolph urges you to brave the easy journey west.  

You won’t go here for a sit down special meal; in fact most of you wont go here at all seeing as you don’t know where Norbury is do you?  But if you’re ever darn sarf then look out for the loudest building in town right next to the banks of the burbling River Wandle. Lahore joy ahoy!

The biscuit-coloured exterior of The Plough and the views of a busy crossroads at the dodgy end of St Johns Hill are far from attractive but inside the décor’s trendy without being pretentious – plush pink sofas, foxglove wallpaper, yellow tasselled lampshades, a carpet of astro-turf and jaunty, coloured plants in treacle tins.