In my never ending quest to eat everything, I am fortunately saddled with a curiosity for all manner of restaurants. Take Jack’s for example. Situated next to the farmer’s market in Queens Park (where Cillian Murphy can frequently be seen) , I’ve walked out with a beef burger in hand (superbly grilled by one of the meat mongers) still wanting to try a Jack’s burger while munching on the home-made wholesome farmer’s burger. I’m not a glutton am I? Let’s google that

Dock Kitchen was started up by Stevie Parle and Joseph Trivelli, the former, a River Cafe alumnus and the main man in the kitchen; the latter still currently at River Cafe. Not the average trendy living room restaurateur I suppose what with the pedigree.

Nude Espresso is one of a few places which are at the fore front of the rising coffee culture in London. After a bellyful of Croydon chicken rice; Supercharz, Mark and myself headed toward Brick Lane for the Rankin exhibit, but not before we woke up to a cup or two. Oh, and we’re calling ourselves the London Fm2 trio

So this is the summer box. Faultless presentation, the box is so shiny, you can actually see the distorted reflection of my arm in it. Years ago when he began, Pierre Herme actually opened his first boutiques in Tokyo, before coming back to his motherland to satisfy French sweet teeth. I settled on a bench outside the nearby St Sulpice church to break open the box.

So, everybody knows that I have a sweet tooth, right? Alright, I declare I have a thing for good macarons. I Qype-d this one from me iPhone while in Saarf London and its true, this place has no shop sign that spells out its name, and you do need to look for the giant pink ice-cream cone by the front door to find it

I was a little torn about whether to blog about this here, or to put the pictures up on my other photoblog. In the end, I thought you might enjoy abit of cake porn on a Monday

The queue was terribly long, and while I was in it, the barista came out with paper cups and a marker pen, taking our orders along the way. Such was the spectacle of Monmouth, I was rather surprised that the queue was quick and free flowing as I didn’t even have time to think about what to photograph at this legendary London institution. If you haven’t had a Monmouth yet, well, you need to apply now

National Geographic Pincho Cafe official site 83-97 Regent Street W1B 4E1 0207 0256960 Pinchos £4 each Pinchos: Spanish inspired small dishes that allow for instant gratification….oh wait isn’t that otherwise known as Tapas? An invite to try the cafe at the brand new National Geographic store in Regent steet; folks, the window light was brilliant and I brought my best camera lens. Can I interest you visual feast

How do I describe the Beigel Bake? A free standing cafe, perhaps a takeaway cafe or maybe it’s just a bakery that sells hot cakes, bagels and sandwiches of all kinds. Here’s me, West London Boy, spending some quality time with the East and getting cosy with some hot salt beef

Wet fish cafe Offical site 242 West End Lane NW6 1LG 020 7443 9222 Food £10 Coffee £2.50 “Fell in love with the idea of transforming a rundown site into a London cafe with soul and character” – Andre, A Wet Fish Tale Everything seems more vibrant in Spring. Gentle breezes send cherry blossoms into a balletic flutter in the air, the green grass sway with Hula, the buzz of scooters seemingly transforming from noise to character, and baby cries, make you feel glad to be alive. On the same site in 242 West End Lane, eighty years of at least four fishmongers, it has now been lovingly transformed into a characterful cafe

Lantana Breakfast £10 official blog I finally made a trip out to this much talked about cafe, and it was awesome. I need my breakfast, and this review is now a guest post on the blog A girl has to eat.  [Read the full review there

Carluccios Official Site Heathrow Terminal 5 £12pp, £8.50 set menu There appears to be two choices to eat at Terminal five. Italian cafe behind the bag drop and Sofitel which is like a gazillion miles away and tucked inside – inconveniently- a separate building altogether. My flight is in 45 minutes and I don’t want to risk getting lost in the crystal maze that is Heathrow Airport. Folks, you may have noticed that I’m not really here at the moment (Am I ever really there?) because I’m on holiday and I’m blogging on my holiday and my mum keeps telling me to switch off the frigging computer but get this: I am working off her dial-up connection. That’s 56 kbs per second. Do you know how long it takes to load a picture – let alone compose an entire post? That’s called de-di-ca-tion, I may be in grey italics for most of the week, but the ghost in the machine needs his fix every now and again, except this time, I’m not really there. So Italian it is. Do ya feel lucky. Well, do ya

Cafe Rouge official site £15 pp 120 High Street St Johns Wood NW8 7SG 02077 228366 For some of us, 2009 will be a year to forget. Page after page, day after day, sometimes I do wonder if the frontpage of the Times will ever smile again. As for the eternal optimist in me, 2009 will be the year my eating out bill shrunk in half. No ‘in line with year on year’ inflation price hikes , but the year on year expanding waist will be greater than usual. It is a crisp and sunny Sunday at time of writing, 8th of Feb, 11am (well, we’ll say 12pm) and I’ve found myself an offer to eat breakfast at Café Rouge for £5. I’ve ended up in St John’s Wood for this and before I head over to replicate my favourite John at Abbey road ( it’s just a standard issue London zebra crossing peeps) , I’m going to have some good old Anglo French oeufs

Obika, official site 400 Oxford Street W1A 1AB +44 (0) 870 837 7377 I’m a real sucker for quirky things. I like eating in total darkness and I jumped at the chance to sample a mozzarella bar cheekily tucked away in the middle of the women’s clothes floor inside Selfridges. Before you pass judgement over the author – I’m not a bird watching freak – I’m really here to sample the finest Italian dairy delights

I have been living in and around the Kensington area for little over seven years and I’m glad to say that there are lots of sweet offerings in the vicinity. Since it’s friday, I’d like to keep this one short and sweet. Three spots to hit the next time you are feeling sweet. Your choice of frozen yogurt, freshly baked cookies or the best fairy cakes in town

Tartine restaurant and bar, official website 114 Draycott Avenue, SW3 3AE | 020 7589 4981 £10.00 per tartine , £ 3.50 skinny chips £2.50 coffees A tartine is a slice of bread. The Tartine, on the other hand, is a French eating concept. The concept is simple and Italian loving Londoners familiar with the bruschetta will be comfortable with the Tartine, which are giant slices of Poilane, a type of sourdough topped with a variety of delicatables. Lightly toasted, doused with a sprinkle of olive oil and accompanied by a fresh house salad to round off a very balanced French meal. The livelihood of most tasty restaurants rests on the skill of the point man in the kitchen, making it a trend, rather than an institution ( are the top 10 places to eat today the same as it was 35 years ago? ) . But if you build an establishment around a concept, ah, now we’re on to something, a concept can be propagated and passed to the No.2 or even No.3 without much dip in quality ( dare I say it? – think McDs and KFC ). Borrowing a line from Chris Nolan’s reason for a Bat minister of Gotham: “ A man can be killed, destroyed but a symbol .…is incorruptible” ( What does this have to do with Tartine, Kang? ) Concept? Symbol? Incorruptible? Too subtle