Fab pub grub isn’t exactly hard to come by these days, thank goodness. Even so, it’s still hard to find places that do it this well. Rustic with quirky lttle touches the Drapers Arms oozes charm and caters perfectly to its target audience: the typical Islington set – lefty, trendy and chatty. So far, so nice, but the food is a cut above. Predictably (but not in a boring way), the ingredients are seasonal and the flavours traditional. Basically, it’s sexed up comfort food and it tastes pretty damn good. The wine list is also reasonable, which makes the place perfect for a bite and a bottle mid-week.
Yotam Ottolenghi’s super chichi string of cafes only adorn the most desirable of high streets (seriously, there are just four branches in all of London-town), but you couldn’t ask for more delectable-looking shop fronts if they tied a bow on them. Selections of the oh-so-virtuous but utterly delicious Med-fusion wunder salads that helped the chef make his name are lined prettily up behind counters, wickedly surrounded by piles of irresistible tarts and cakes. These bad boys can pack out at lunch with crowds of primped and preened yummy mummies. Never fear if you can’t get a seat at the communal tables – the takeaway boxes taste just as good. Take home a feast and impress your friends, we’ll never tell you didn’t make it all yourself.