Le Colombier Restaurant London

It’s not often I enter a restaurant and immediately lower the average age of the clientele by about thirty years. All around us glided silver haired, straight- backed gentlemen of ex-Brigadier appearance, accompanied by their good lady wives decked in the family jewellery. It was rather like entering one of the last books of A Dance To The Music of Time. Mark Members over there, Sir Magnus Donners at the door and to the side, balefully watching the throng, Widmerpool himself.

Opera all over your Sunday lunch at Brasserie St. Jacques

On Sundays Brasserie St. Jacques has its live Opera brunch for only £25 per person, or £30 with a glass of Charles Heidsieck Champagne. Every Sunday diners can listen to the beautiful sounds of Oyster Opera from Noon till 4pm, accompanied by dishes such as Salade d’endive et bleu; Merlan en colere with peas, frites and sauce tartare; and Meringue Mont Blanc.

Vasco & Piero’s Pavilion

Mid week and mob handed we were having no luck getting a table at a new Soho hip hangout, so it was with bitterness in our hearts, and a copy of that restaurant’s lunch-time only booking number in our hands, that we sought the reliable shelter of Vasco & Piero’s Pavilion Restaurant.

Whoopie for the Whoopie-Pie!

The Whoopie Pie is divine cake-like sandwich has already taken America by storm, where they are flying off the shelves at speciality shops and bakeries up and down the country. This week, The Whoopie Pie makes its British debut at Harrods and having had an exclusive taster, I can tell you that they are every bit as scrumptious as they look.

Vineet Bhatia’s Rasoi: New Indian Kitchen

Vineet Bhatia’s Rasoi: New Indian Kitchen is a beautiful book that refuses to patronise its readership. From the wry black flock cover that mimics high street Indian Tandoori décor to the serene, understated photography, this 272-page cookbook should thrill the style seekers.

Wagamama Restaurant in London

Somehow I missed the golden age of Wagamama. A time when everyone was ‘queuing down the street!’ the manager tells me, wistfully recalling early days in the 1990’s. I must have been somewhere else I suppose, possibly Covent Garden, because this is the first time I have ever been inside one.