O perfil de simondoggett

Just eat as many of the lamb chops as you possibly can.

And be prepared for a queue/bunfight.

Hygiene. That's what Camino is. It's in one of the fairly-recently-done-up parts of Kings Cross and is full of office types eating olives with some mildly overpriced and unsurprisingly average wine each evening.

However it is nicely set back from the hustle and bustle of its surrounding areas, and the tapas is acceptable for the London.

The trick to Rodizio Rico is to get there when it's actually pretty empty. If that's the case then you'll get richer pickings from all the lovely BBQ that gets brought round by the waiters.

If it's busy and you're a long way from the grill, then you'll only get to see lots of other people tucking into their lovely meat while you have to pick through the chicken hearts they didn't want.

Also, don't over-do the salad cart thing. It's not much better than Harvester was back in the day. The meat's the treat here.

Hard to find from the bridge (it's sort of underneath it).

Totally standard Pizza Express experience. Unfortunately there aren't many other places nearby to get a proper pizza in Southwark, so if you're forced to go here for a work do or something, be safe in the knowledge you can nip out for a pie and pint down the road.

Raucous beery subterranean fun.

Surprisingly there aren't many genuinely awesome watering holes around Borough Market, and since it opened a few months back, K-Js has become our haunt of choice.

They do the important stuff: sausage, steins and a good fresh pretzel.

Absolutely no reason to go here. The Real Greek has become the GBK of greek food and they cropping up all over town at a crazy pace.

This Clerkenwell branch. as Chris points out, is surrounded by a plethora of more interesting options that serve better food made with more passion.

Avoid.

An unpronounceably fantastic Conran joint.

It went a little something like this:

- "Let's go for lunch at Orrery."

- "Orr errr whaaa?"

- "ORRR ERRR REEEEE."

- "Pardon?"

- "It's Conran."

- "Oooh. Go on then. Spell it first."

Very clean in all respects, as you would expect from the man, and it's tucked away at the North end of Marylebone High St which just tickles that posh London vibe that other roads can't reach.

There's lots of other similarly priced and similarly excellent establishments in the area, but if you fancy an unfussy, elegant, French lunch then give it a go.

Another lucky Qyper here.

I don't spend enough time in hotels. I feel like I'm missing out on a whole other world of fantastic bars and restaurants. The Cookbook Cafe is yet another example of how I've been missing out by ignoring them all this time.

The amazing thing about the brunch here is that they're really putting the lunch into proceedings. It's a proper 3-4 course affair with copious amounts of bubbles, bloody mary's and top quality coffee to get you through all the food.

First course is an excellently stocked breakfast bar, complete with flawless sashimi, salads, cheeses and meats. Following that you've got your more traditional breakfast fare: wonderful pancakes, the best malted waffles in town and an extremely serviceable eggs benedict.

Then, there's the lunch part. The beautiful lamb and mash was the standout dish for me, washed down with an expertly poured blackberry bellini. And more coffee.

Although I was too stuffed to take full advantage of the dessert array, the custard was the winner. Soft, sweet and french.

I can't recommend the Cookbook Cafe highly enough for a group blowout brunch. They're a wonderfully attentive group running it and deserve their accolades.