The Artillery Arms, EC1 - (Near City of London, london)

Heike Munro I was a little bit concerned about a fine dining experience in tooting which turned out to be brilliant. Table & Candle have a great concept, the chef Phillippe Sonou was incredible, the food delicious and the wine pairing worked well. Samantha was an amazing host. Thank you for a wonderful evening. We hope to come to another event. Thank you.

Warrick Brown Cracking evening at the Bouch. The flavour in general in the food has some of the best depth I’ve tasted in French cooking. Staff are attentive, knowledgeable and friendly. Atmosphere was great, bustling but not cramped, very convivial. It’s pricey and the portion sizes are on the small side, but the quality is there.

Darsha D Coming here requires a bit of strategy. You don’t just turn up casually. Either don’t eat all day or arrive with the appetite of a small army. I’m not kidding. The place itself is stunning, full of old school charm. The Bloody Mary was, appropriately, bloody good. And the food? Divine. One of the best Sunday roasts I’ve had in a long time. The Yorkshire pudding was a proper “oh my god” moment, the gravy was rich and glorious, and everything else from the meat to the veggies (do not miss the potatoes like everyone mentions!) was spot on. The only tragedy of the day was that I couldn’t finish my plate, which felt like a personal failure. Honestly, just go already.

Emily Petherick Such a great find and will definitely be coming back. We booked Club Gascon for a birthday meal and had a bottle of wine pre-bought as a surprise. The waiter was extremely accommodating with this and it was brought out straight away. Everything we ordered was so tasty and presented beautifully. The set menu is also such great value for the quality of food. Highly recommend!

Chris Berry In 2001 a cookbook was published that totally crystalised my love of Spanish and Mediterranean cuisine. Written by husband-and-wife chefs-patrons Sam and Sam Clark, it entirely captured not only the dishes they had encountered in their extensive travels, but also those they served in their beautifully unpretentious restaurant Moro, in Londons Farringdon. My partner and I first dined at Moro in 2010 and loved it, and on a recent weekend trip to London to celebrate my partners birthday we felt a return trip to the restaurant was well overdue. It did on disappoint. From the outset the service was warm, friendly, and efficient. The vibe of the restaurant could be described as "warm-minimalist", being stylish, clean, and uncluttered, but with comfortable furniture and decorated with a colour palate that draws on the places Spanish/Mediterranean focus. However, the absolute star of the show is Moros food - and drink! My starter of beetroot soup with black cumin and dill yoghurt was packed with earthy spicy flavours, perfect for an autumn day. A main of wood roasted pork belly with trinxat, crispy pancetta, fried turnips and sherry vinegar, was beyond delicious, with the richness of the succulent pork being perfectly balanced by the sharp-sweetness of the sherry vinegar. And the dessert of Malaga raisin ice cream with Pedro Ximenez sherry was divine. My partners choices of cuttlefish with chickpeas, wood roasted lamb shoulder with romesco, and rose water and cardamom ice cream were equally delicious. Paired with a couple of aperitifs and an excellent bottle of red wine from Alicante, our lunch was simply splendid. Sure, there a few young pretenders on the block, but there is a reason Moro has been around for a while, because with service, atmosphere, and food this good, its a restaurant that is very hard to beat.

Libor Koláčný I arrived at Fare expecting a round pizza. A simple, predictable disc. Instead, they brought me this... this enormous, folded, tomato-bleeding leather pouch. It looked like a giant’s lost slipper. My colleagues laughed. "You’ll never finish that," they whispered, as if I hadnt spent years training for this very moment. Poor fools. I attacked the Calzone like a man with a grudge. Prosciutto, mushrooms, cheese—everything tucked inside like a delicious secret. It was a breeze. In fact, it was so easy I had to jump over and finish my colleagues Quattro Formaggi just to feel something. My stomach was 90% dough, I could barely move, and I’ve never been happier. Top marks.