For those looking for a quiet night, try a week night in January. Wild Honey's calm, wood panelled interior was a welcome relief from the sales mayhem on oxford street. Smoked eel, crisp deboned chicken wing and turnip may sound like a dogs dinner but tasted delicious due to careful balancing of flavours. The mains were also perfectly cooked. The portions are delicate but with the moreish bread on offer we didn't have room for pudding. The staff couldn't have been sweeter and we left very pleased with our evening.

If only there were more chains serving seasonal British food as good as this. It should be in every guidebook to London as an antidote to the Scotch Steakhouses and dodgy pubs of the West End. Last time I went I had seasonal summer vegetables and home-made salad cream and my boyfriend had a lovely fresh, herby chicken and tarragon salad. We drank a delicious Cornish wheat beer. The pies are delicious with perfect, crispy crusts and fat, tasty chips or creamy mash. My highlight though is always the tangy blackcurrant jelly with crumbly buttery shortbread and ice cream. Yum. Comfort food that's as good as grandma made, and very good service.

I'm not put off by the mouse sightings, I think this place is great. I've been to the bar before and went to the restaurant for the first time last week on a glorious summer's evening. We were lucky to be seated by the window with a wonderful view. The service is very good and the food and wine list superb. I was glad to see a good selection of wines by the glass, so we could order a glass to go with each course rather than a bottle that didn't really go with anything. I had a chilled glass of Manzanilla sherry with an egg, truffle and wild mushroom starter which was perfectly cooked, while my partner opted for a very fresh, fragrant crab dish with a glass of off-dry German Riesling – which gave me some pangs of food and wine matching envy! I got to finish off the delightful Riesling though with my salmon main which was perfectly undercooked while he had a glass of Pinot Noir with a divine bacon wrapped rabbit, complete with some surprise gamey bits. We didn't have puddings as we had to head off but watched the theatrics of a baked alaska being flambed at the next-door table.

Buzzy bar with highly skilled staff working behind it. The fish produce is super fresh; when we visited we had a delicious scallop carpaccio – very soft, thinly sliced with a lemon dressing; garlicky razor clams and la fritura – mixed dried seafood of the day, which included red mullet, prawns and calamari. We also had the coca mallorquina – the spinach was perfectly cooked with none of the bitterness you can sometimes get, complemented by pine kernels and raisins; and a delicious heritage tomato salad – flavoursome tomatoes, perfectly seasoned. The wine list was very good – I recommend the fresh, zesty Muga blanco and the savoury, silky Gran Reserva from La RIoja Alta. If it wasn't for the prices (we soon racked up over £70 for two people), and the queue, it would be 10 out of 10 and the equal of tapas bars I've been to in Spain.

I took some Spanish clients here for dinner and they were impressed, both by the airy, bright space (they immediately noted that the tables were not crammed together as they usually are in London) buzzy atmosphere and the British classic cuisine. Salad starters were well dressed and well balanced and the mains, we went for fish fingers and chips, roast chicken and bangers and mash, were simply, hearty and well executed. Our only complaint was that the portions of chicken were too large for anyone to comfortably eat and also that we weren't warned at the time of ordering that the chicken required an hour wait, only once we had asked the server what the hell had happened to our dinner. The highlight of the meal was a delicious, malty Meantime Stout ice cream with caramel sauce, yum. It's not fine dining but its good value for money, honest food.

My boyfriend took me here for my birthday. The views are what makes it of course, and well worth a visit. However we found the bar itself overpriced and the ambience, with a pumping Euro-house soundtrack, rather tacky. A hen party was spilling out when we arrived and the bar obviously features in the Lonely Planet guide to London so expect tourists to be snapping away while you are trying to enjoy your Champagne. I hate to say it but one case where a dress code wouldn't go amiss. The food is good but the markups on the wines and especially Champagnes are clearly in proportion to the height of the building.

Both the Dove and the Dovetail are great places to visit for a pint (you'd be hard pushed to find a bigger selection of English and European beers) and excellent for a roast on Sunday. The whole roast chicken for two to share has defeated my partner and I on many an occasion. Stuffed with lemon, garlic and chilli and served with mountains of veg (including cabbage, which I'm always pleased to see), roast potatoes and parsnips and a jug of gravy, it's like being back at your nan's. The only difference is the conversation of the overbearing trendies on the table next to you. Last time we amused ourselves greatly by watching the people in the flat opposite ‘plant’ daffodils (fully grown flowers rather than bulbs) by shoving the stems into the mud of the window boxes on their window sills. A genius shortcut to perfect blooms or a pretentious way to overspend in Columbia Road flower market? I'll let you decide.

My view is that in times like these when the government is making us feel guilty about drinking too much and the media about spending too much, a drink after work should be all about quality rather than quantity. Pearl is the perfect place to treat yourself and, though its not cheap, is better value for money than the crowded, Pinot Grigio splattered horror of the Pitcher and Piano round the corner. Perching on a high bar stool, sipping a glass of wine from the excellent selection or a superb cocktail with the strings of pearls twinkling behind you, you can pretend that your life is always as glamorous as this.

What the South Bank and indeed London has needed for a long time. A bar so good you feel like you're in a buzzing metropolis like NY or Tokyo, a rare sensation in clonky old London. Superb views, great drinks, lovely bar snacks. Dangerous nibbley things though – I managed to polish of two dishes of fried maize and cranberries before they were forcibly removed from my reach by my boyfriend, ever concerned for my waistline…

Noisy, brash, colourful – you wouldn't go here for a romantic meal for two but it's the ideal venue for a birthday dinner with friends. The cocktail prices are very good – they do an excellent Margarita for under a fiver but the food is rather expensive for N16, especially as some of the portions are rather small but they have frequent 2 for 1 promos that make things much better value. Last time I went there I had a delicious Pollo al Pimenton – chicken breast rolls stuffed with mushrooms served in a creamy, smoky paprika sauce with rice and salad. It's not haute cuisine but its much more authentic than some of the mexican joints around and everything is freshly made and very tasty.

I hosted a business event in the private dining room and was very impressed. Xavier Rousset bent over backwards to help us and hosted a tasting to ensure the food matched perfectly with the wines we were serving. The private dining room is a little cramped and dark compared to the rest of the restaurant but the food and service was perfect. We started with dish of soft, yielding salmon which contrasted perfectly with a cool, crunchy cucumber granita and paired beautifully with a rose Champagne. The main of belly pork, cooked to perfection for over 12 hours, was served with a sharp sauce and both dishes were presented like a work of art. I have to say that I'm glad I wasn't paying but if you have some cash to splash, a meal at Texture would be a memorable way to spend it.

The fact that Sartoria has tailor's dummies in the window says a lot about its attitude to food – more style than substance. I had an acceptable but not exceptional business lunch here – a starter of poached egg, truffle, polenta and cheese was spoilt by a slightly watery, bland egg. The main course of John Dory was more flavourful and the fish was perfectly cooked, soft and moist in the middle with a crisp skin and delicious vegetable accompaniments. The service was fautless but the staff seemed to somehow lack the passion that you find in some of the other D&D establishments.

I don't venture West much as I have had my fingers/wallet burnt so many times in the past but the combination of Richard Corrigan's food, Andrea Bricarello's wine selection, friendly yet slick service and a stylish setting make this a winner. The flavour combinations were well thought out and dishes perfectly executed. A starter of deep fried oysters with chorizo and an apple and chicory salad balanced the melt-in-the-mouth delicacies with the kick of paprika and the zing of the salad. A dessert of rhubarb souffle was light and well matched with the sommelier's suggestion of a glass of delicate moscato d'asti. I can't wait to go back.

Don't look at the sweaty man chopping the salad and handling the raw kebabs over the open barbecue. You didn't really see him. Concentrate instead on the warm fresh pide and the juicy, salty, chargrilled lamb chops and how well they go with the bottle of Rioja that you brought yourself (no corkage charge). Marvel over the bill that rarely goes over a tenner a head and gaze lovingly into the eyes of the goat herder girl in the picture over your head. You've just been Mangaled. You will be back.

So this is Kate Moss's favourite restaurant? I'm not surprised, the toilets are great. However, for us non-supermodel mortals who actually want to eat decent food without spending buckets of cash, there is much better Chinese food to be had in London or Manchester's Chinatowns, and you can leave with change from a £50 note.