If I worked nearby I'd probably be a regular at Devonshire Terrace, but as I don't I doubt I will make the effort again. I battled through the heaving Devonshire Square development which has been refurb-ed, re-purposed or recycled, whatever the term is en vogue and ask for a table outside on the terrace. As they've all gone, I am invited to plonk myself down on an upholstered bench in the more relaxed zone which suits me fine until it dawns on me that the outside area is actually inside, under a glass roof which is acting like an enormous greenhouse and heating us up like little palm tree seedlings in Kew Hot house. I am reminded of the old saying “horses sweat, men perspire and women gently glow” and think it should be amended to include “office workers sweetly swelter”. The menu is reassuringly City-familiar with a something-for-everyone approach. It's basically Corney & Barrow by another name. I mean it, it really, literally is as it is owned by C&B; I've just seen it on their website. So we had club sandwiches which I knew we could eat despite the awkward low tables and they were perfectly serviceable if nothing special and I'm sure the usual range of steaks, pastas, salads and yes, there they are, fishcakes, would be the same. Filling enough, functional, not going to embarrass you if you go with friends or clients, but probably not going to rock your world. For £30 for lunch for 2 (sarnies with fries and cokes each) and very pleasant service (unhurried but still reasonable despite the crowds) it's darn good value for a relaxed, if slightly sticky, lunch in the City.