My biggest ever restaurant regret is that I never got to dine in one of the first of London's gastro hotspots, Marco Pierre White's Harvey's, so as I now live a stone's throw away from Bellevue Road, where it used to stand, I always keep an eye out for any new arrivals.

The Brasserie may not be Harvey's but it's perfect - laidback but with a just-posh-enough air - for the steady stream of young professionals and yummy mummies traipsing through for brunch, lunch, dinner, or all three.

From fresh oat muesli with apple, honey and nuts to blueberry pancakes or coq au vin with creamy mash to lobster spaghetti, there's something for everyone - or you could just sit at the bar with a Brasserie Fizz (gin, elderflower cordial, lychee and bubbly) reminiscing about Harvey's and those heady times had in the eighties.