Whilst Queenswood is by no means for the most frugal of brunchers, the quality of the food and the creativity behind the menu is unquestionable. A simple avacado on toast is jewelled with pomegranate seeds and fresh chilli, cuddled by marscapone and finished with an Instagram-perfect yolk.

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Pasta has long been a favourite amongst households country wide, and yet it is rarely ever star of the show. Even in the nicest of restaurants it can often appear as somewhat of an after thought on a menu, lacking in both imagination and love. Not at Emilia’s; the 35 cover restaurant which opened last month in the tranquil setting of St. Katharine’s Dockyard is a testimony to this humble Italian staple.

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Awkward stools, sweaty limbs and shouty bar-service be gone; here you can enjoy a cocktail (or five) from the comfort of their super-cosy, super-hygge terrace and snuggle up on fluffy throws under warm heat lamps. Oh, and there’s table service so you legitimately do not need to leave the sofa once.

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I seldom order pasta when dining out. Usually I try and pick an item on the menu that I’m least likely to cook at home, and pasta is a staple in most cupboards. Even in the nicest restaurants, pasta often lacks a certain something; be it freshness, imagination or simply the labour of love.

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Those clever folk who say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day are definitely my kind of people; I am constantly on a quest for the best coffee, the freshest juice and the kind of menus that can force me out of my comatose state in the morning. The Black Penny on Great Queen Street, minutes from Holborn station and Covent Garden, managed just that.

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The quest for tantalising breakfasts and brunches is one that has troubled many a Londoner year on year – quirky cereal bars are exciting until you realise you’re paying the same for a bowl as you would a box, waffles are a short-lived delight bound to not only blow the diet but also leave you in a sugar-induced coma for the rest of the day, and a full English – much like the Sunday roast – is simply never as good as when mum makes it.

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