Kitty Drake

Life in London can be pretty tense. Just think of all the time we spend each week contorting into gaps on the tube during our overcrowded commute or the hours a day hunched over laptops, sitting through stressful meetings or chained to our desks late into the evening before slumping over our phones at home to scroll through TikToks for several hours. Even if we find time in our days for an hour or two of proper fun, mindful quiet, or the endorphin hit of a sweaty exercise class, we still have tired feet, tight muscles, and shoulders that need soothing. Enter these amazing London spas and studios dedicated to massaging the city back to health. Permit yourself a break, put your slippered feet up and let these amazing treatments work their magic.   RECOMMENDED: Check out the best spas in London for more top treatments Want to save money on your massages? Loads of great deals at Time Out Offers

Tucked cosily away in the east of England, Norwich is a charming collection of winding little streets, mediaeval buildings and quirky shops. Sure, it might be best known as the home of Coleman’s Mustard and Alan Partridge, but it’s also got a packed menu of cracking restaurants.  From sashimi and nigiri to burritos and tacos, there’s a bounty of variety in this small city. So, for when you’ve worked up a sufficient appetite after that day of sight-seeing, here’s our roundup of Norwich’s best restaurants. Don your napkin and tuck in. RECOMMENDED:🎭The best things to do in Norwich🏩The best Airbnbs in the UK🌤️The best things to do in the UK At Time Out, all of our travel guides are written by local writers who know their cities inside out. For more about how we curate, see our editorial guidelines.

Nottingham is somewhat overlooked when it comes to the go-tos for days out in the UK, but more fool those who pass on this East Midlands marvel. This is the city that inspired Neverland and gave us Robin Hood, afterall, but its excellence doesn’t stop there – it’s got a bounty of outstanding places to eat, too.  All food groups are taken very seriously in Nottingham, and the chefs here take enormous pride in showcasing locally sourced ingredients. Prepare your tastebuds for everything from filthy burgers and sexy (yes, sexy) pasta to Michelin-star magic and huge portions of lovingly crafted desserts. Grab your knife and fork – it’s time to tuck in. RECOMMENDED:🎭The best things to do in Nottingham🍃The best things to do in the UK🌤️The best road trips in the UK🍝The best restaurants in the UK At Time Out, all of our travel guides are written by local writers who know their cities inside out. For more about how we curate, see our editorial guidelines.

Windsor is, as we well know, a destination totally steeped in history (hello, royal weddings, and hello to the late Queen’s favourite weekend castle). And while that means this Berkshire town is bursting with excellent things to do, it also means you can bank on eating well.  Sure, it’s easy enough to dine like royalty in the bounty of award-winning establishments on the swankier end of the spectrum, but what might surprise you is the variety on offer. From Michelin-starred spots to humble, hearty cafés and local taverns, you’ll be completely spoilt for choice. Here are the very best restaurants in Windsor. RECOMMENDED:🌤️The best things to do in Windsor🏰The best castles in the UK🍝The best restaurants in the UK🌃The best things to do in the UK At Time Out, all of our travel guides are written by local writers who know their cities inside out. For more about how we curate, see our editorial guidelines. 

While some London hostelries are overrun by the young crowd, these pubs are fit for any family outing. Whether you wish to take the kids out for Sunday lunch or you want to enjoy the comfort of a civilised beer garden while the tots run around, this list below should provide plenty of choice. They’re all conveniently located near London’s parks too, so you can make a family day of it. You’re welcome.

This pub first came to my attention because it was running a Britney Spears night. But on my Sunday afternoon visit things were a bit more sedate – there were two people performing jazz and only one of them was wearing shoes. The room is narrow and wood-panelled, with a homey little bar decorated with football scarves and a Louis Vuitton-monogrammed rugby ball. There’s nothing too aggressively trendy going on in the drinks department: craft beers and two-for-one cocktails all day. It’s the kind of pub that occasionally announces on its Instagram that it’s knocking 50 percent off all alcohol in the building. I think this has only happened once – but still, amazing. And there are roasts on a Sunday. Pubs have a long, painful history of charging up to £25 for veiny lamb and three veg, but The Plough serves roasts that actually taste good. There’s only one meat option per day, alongside a veggie or vegan choice, to try and make things more environmentally friendly, so I was fed succulent chicken with homemade bread sauce. It cost £17, which is steep but probably about average for E9. And the half-price cocktails – beautifully spiced Bloody Marys with three jewel-like mini gherkins popped on top – balanced things a bit. The combination of good chicken and shoeless jazz made it feel a bit like I’d stumbled into a very earnest couple’s commitment ceremony. But I liked it. I’ll be interested to see how this vibe translates to the next Britney night.

The central London branch of this Mexican mini-chain has a mind-bogglingly massive menu. Any Latin American delight you can imagine, they’ve got it. Plus about 25 others that are, frankly, a bit bizarre – like, chicken Milanese in a Mexican bun. With pickled onions. Everything’s fairly basic, but there are a few lovely dishes: a crispy crab tostada had a nice hit of cayenne, the fish itself much like the filling in a pub crab mayo sandwich, but in a cosy way. ‘Chicken tinga’ quesadillas, too, were satisfyingly grainy little pockets of hot, sour meat, drizzled with cheese. Best of all, really, was a simple bowl of tortilla chips, which were golden brown and brilliantly savoury. But there were also some real let-downs. Like the guacamole, which had clearly been made much earlier and was distinctly past its best. If you must order guac here, get the larger bowl, which they mix fresh at your table – but probably best to steer clear altogether. There were also some offensively bland refried beans, and a messy, dull plate of enchiladas. Lupita does offer an express lunch menu for £9.95: order carefully and you might just have a good time. Though don’t get your hopes up.

Stretching across one bendy swathe of multi-storey foodie development Broadgate Circle, the City branch of the Cantonese chain looks a bit like an extremely glamorous spaceship. Designed as one very long room, it creates the illusion, as you walk through, of going on for ever. Obviously it doesn’t: there’s a flowery garden at each end for smoking in. But on our visit, that sense of unreality was heightened by the fact that the hoarding hiding the building site opposite was papered over with fake sky. As in life, the best bit was over before we really knew it was happening: Yauatcha’s sublime venison puffs – tiny parcels of intensely caramelly pastry stuffed with rich, dark meat. Crab dumplings were juicy and translucent, while plump scallop shumai were so wonderfully slippery we actually dropped one. Other plates underwhelmed: hand-pulled noodles were unexpectedly thin, basically your-average-Chinese-takeaway standard; and Yauatcha’s speciality jasmine ribs came dry and caked in a gummy red jelly. There’s a bakery downstairs serving fancy French-Asian patisserie. You can order these to be served at your table (staff are polite and accommodating) and you cannot leave without eating the chocolate pebble: a smooth globe of brownie, crunchy cocoa nibs and squirty chocolate liquid. It’s possible to eat extremely well here, if you mostly stick to dim sum and puds. Much like that papery, building-site sky, the mains looked swisher than they actually were.

Probably the only cheap pizza joint in London with serious charisma, Soho Joe is the kind of place that feels candlelit even when it actually isn’t. With dark wood booths and a well stocked bar, if you were a sexy-but-slightly-corrupt-politico in an American TV drama, you would be striking a deal over a pie in here. There’s also a basement that actually achieves the holy grail of basement dining: eating down here feels cosy, rather than intensely claustrophobic. Soho Joe’s other massive selling point is that at lunchtime, it does pizza for a fiver. The best we tried was the brilliantly restrained bufalina: a thin, American-style base topped with fat, sweet cherry tomatoes and oozy hunks of mozzarella. A spicy diavola with pepperoni and red onion was also scrumptious, but in a greasier, more transient way. Also if you don’t self-define as a red-onion person be careful with this one: the onions were cut beautifully thin and tasted sweet and sharp, but there were millions of them. What’s nice about this menu is that it’s pretty basic, featuring fast-food classics like ‘four cheeses’. There’s a steak sandwich and a caesar salad on offer, too – but don’t touch them. The sandwich was dry, and the salad was basically iceberg + dry chicken + ominously hard, curling shaves of parmesan. The pizza, thankfully is on a whole other level. Stick to that.

A laid back small-plates restaurant in Leyton, Marmelo Kitchen is the kind of place that makes its own jam. Not granny jam. Chic jam, served in perfectly proportioned glass pots. On our weekend visit a thirtieth birthday party was hogging two of the sharing tables, and even though they were so pissed they were having trouble spelling out the word ‘birthday’ in silver balloons, Marmelo somehow managed to feel elegant. The best seats are outside: the staff bring you blankets, and Francis Road makes for extremely good people-watching. The menu changes weekly, and can be found scrawled up in chalk on a central blackboard. Surprisingly, the most exquisite thing was a dip: beautifully white whipped feta with tart, slow roasted tomatoes plopped on top. Scooping mouthfuls up with soft, cakey bread set the bar for the rest of the night. Next up was a fat hunk of pork belly with salty crackling on top – the meat here was so wonderfully soft, with hints of apple. There was also a gorgeous sweet potato and fig salad with crumbly goat’s cheese. Everything is little: Marmelo is the kind of place where it’s tempting to order the entire menu and flit promiscuously between small plates. There was one dud green bean salad slathered in what tasted like cold tinned tomatoes. But overwhelmingly, Marmelo Kitchen delivered hit after hit. The chocolate tart at the very end was so satiny and dark we ordered two of them. The menu will have changed by the time you get to it. But guaranteed: it will be

Please note, the Belrose is now closed. Time Out Editors, November 2019. The pinnacle for any pub is when it’s so cosy, drinking there feels like drinking in your front room. Just less sad and lonely. The Belrose – a big, comfortable gastropub in Belsize Park – certainly has the front-room factor. Online it looks extremely clean and bougie but don’t let that throw you: in reality the blue walls are pleasantly chipped, wooden floors seductively scruffy. It’s new but it’s not shiny, which is a good thing: nothing’s more sterile than a sparkling pub. There’s a snug little room on the left, but grab one of the low, armchair-like seats opposite the bar for near-horizontal boozing. You could probably even get away with having a little nap. There are drinks to keep you upright and alert, though. Think posh cocktails: rose-petal-infused margaritas and the intriguingly named vodka and egg-white number, ‘Soft Hello’. But this is the kind of place for ordering beer. The Belrose pours its own pale ale, brewed at its onsite microbrewery, and there’s an unusually large selection of bottled options. An open kitchen is on hand for both snacks and full meals. Pizza is the speciality – the fiery diavola was lovely and thin, with herby slivers of salami on top. A generous portion of crisped-up squid and a plate of wonderfully greasy chicken wings were also excellent. But best of all, unexpectedly, was charred cauliflower slathered in yoghurt. Anyone after a drink in north London should give The

An Italian job from London’s floweriest restaurant group, Petersham Nurseries, La Goccia looks out onto a lovely sun-dappled courtyard in Covent Garden. Unless it’s pouring, ask for a seat out there. The original Petersham, on the outskirts of Richmond, is so ebulliently verdant it borders a meadow. In comparison, Floral Court – featuring a deli, two restaurants and a flower shop from the group – feels a little corporate. But still, there are trees, and flowers, and tiny potted plants on all the tables. And we are in central London. La Goccia is relatively inexpensive (the same cannot be said for the main restaurant, The Petersham, next door). A highlight was subtle wild mushroom ‘lasagnette’ – basically tagliatelle, served up with wonderfully rustic ugliness, for £12.50. Also excellent was the spicy nduja pizzette. Best of all, though, was a beautiful, moreish snack from the fritti section: anchovy delicately sandwiched between two fragrant sage leaves, then deep fried. Sitting outside eating these with a glass of wine does the same thing for your mental health as a two-week holiday in Tuscany. Other dishes were disappointing. Lamb ragu was salty, one-note, courgette flowers were greasy and the beef desperately needed a condiment. Also, La Goccia is large and brown and corporate inside. With not nearly enough flowers. So in conclusion: go, weather permitting, but order carefully.

Hidden behind the colossal grey frontage of the Hotel Strand Continental is an Indian restaurant quite unlike any other in London. You have to climb past an ancient room sign, and up two rickety flights of stairs, to get to it, from which you’ll step into a casual throwback to colonial times. The walls are mustard, the tables are wipe-clean, and ornate metal lanterns dangle overhead. With roots in the India League, which campaigned for the country’s independence, the Club has been in residence at this address on the Strand since 1946. The room has the kind of old-fashioned proportions that make your heart actually hurt a bit. Nehru, India’s first PM, was a founding member. A portrait of the first Indian to be a British MP, Dadabhai Naoroji, looks down at you while you eat. Thumbing through the pleasantly sticky, laminated menu pages, the first thing you’ll notice is that the India Club is fabulously cheap. Warmly spiced, beautifully light little vegetable samosas were £3. A lovely egg curry, rarely sighted on Brit Indian menus, only £5. There’s a lunch box option that starts at £4.50. This food isn’t going to change anybody’s life: one real low point was the naan bread, which tasted like it came out of a supermarket packet. But the best of it was simple home cooking, served in hearty portions. Try the traditional brinjal (aubergine), and the lamb bhuna, a hunk of tender meat soaked in thick, savoury tomato and onion masala. An intensely thin, crisped-up ghee (clarified butter

An unremarkable looking Thai restaurant in Earl’s Court, the thing that gives Addie’s away is that it’s packed. It has been for more than three decades, and in a city full of faded foodie icons, what is remarkable is that eating here is as good as it ever was. You will know this instinctually as soon as the (free) prawn crackers arrive on your table. They’re the caramel-coloured, grainy kind – not the crappy foamy white kind. You can always tell a good Thai restaurant by the quality of its crackers. Inside, it’s painted an unfashionable shade of dark red, with tables tucked into cosy nooks along the wall. The menu is intimidatingly vast, but when ordering, this is the kind of establishment where it pays to have a roving eye. A quick spy at the tables in your vicinity should help you decide: everyone gets the papaya salad. This dish, with thin ribbons of pale papaya, carrot and beans sprinkled with peanuts and served in a nice deep bowl, was fresh and frighteningly spicy. (A general warning: dishes here are not designed to suit the Western palate). The pad thai, usually a dull choice, was also superb: served with a traditional latticed pancake of egg on top, the noodles beneath were luscious and slippery, spliced with beansprouts and fat, sweet prawns. The only minor disappointment was a plate of overly greasy vegetable spring rolls. Other than that, the food was practically perfect. It’s also cheap, which makes Addie’s an increasingly rare breed in West London. If you live in

A steamy charcoal grill sits at the centre of this clean-lined Japanese restaurant in Soho. The space is large, with plenty of low, blonde-wood sharing tables dotted about, but for the best view sit at the counter. The menu is a kind of mish mash of Asian favourites, with ingredients like ‘yuzu’ defined in little picture boxes. This sounds like Japanese-food-by-numbers, but it manages, somehow, not to feel patronising.  The stand-out dish was the ‘Japanese breadcrumb fried chicken’ – chicken katsu by any other name – served with yoghurt and peanut dip. Chicken katsu with yoghurt shouldn’t work. It sounds wrong. But this dish was a revelation: most significantly, the chicken was pitch-perfect – impossibly succulent – and each dip of yoghurt gave it a fresh, sour slap. Unholy unions are Inko Nito’s speciality: its ‘nigaki’ – described as ‘somewhere between maki and nigiri’ – was like an open sushi sandwich: the nori propped up like a rectangular rizla, topped with a smidge of rice and a juicy fried prawn. Sometimes, though, the experimentation went too far: the bonito flakes on the prawn toast tasted burnt. Mostly, though, the food was imaginative in a good way. Don’t leave the building without trying the coconut soft-serve, sprinkled with Japanese granola. The only really sticky moment was when the waiter tried to get us to tip on top of the tip. Hopefully this was because we have kind eyes. Otherwise, Inko Nito is an interesting, reasonably priced spot.

On the surface of things, The Hero of Maida looks like your average west London gastropub – replete with suited patrons, largely dark blue decor, and a garden you’re not actually allowed to smoke in because there’s a child living in the house next door. But, before you underestimate it: this gastropub serves a starter so luscious I will be thinking about it until I die. Calf’s brain. A signature dish of chef-patron Henry Harris (previously at Racine) – this was so soft, and so reassuringly savoury, any residual squeamishness at the thought you were eating an actual brain melted away with the first mouthful. Intense without being the least bit overpowering, it came soaked in dark, rich jus and studded with lovely sharp capers. The menu here is ambitious, but no other dish really lived up to the brains. Then again, maybe nothing could. Grilled onglet was solid: served dark pink, with thick chips and bone marrow butter. There was also a tender bit of rabbit wrapped in bacon and smothered in mustard-rich sauce spliced with tiny little onions. A few dishes were bungled: a bar snack of emerald cornichons served with pork rillettes was too greasy; a starter of smoked trout, wildly oversalted. The biggest disappointment, though, was the service. It was abysmal. Everyone was very nice but either forgot what you had asked for, or neglected to come over and take your order at all. To be fair, the place was packed (on a Wednesday!). The Hero of Maida is popular, and when you taste that c

There’s another Guglee in Swiss Cottage, but this West Hampstead branch is the one that people rave about. A gaudy looking Indian restaurant on West End Lane, it’s small, with interiors that are basic (think wipe down white pleather seats), but in quite a cosy, unthreatening way. Serious Indian fans go here regularly, often alone. On my Tuesday night visit it was heaving. Mango lassi was a real highlight: creamy with a lovely tart twang. Unfortunately, the rest was a massive disappointment. A platter of five starters arrived late and almost cold, with a mushy masala dosa and a dry onion bhaji. The lamb rogan josh was completely forgettable. It was surprising because the takeaway vegetable biryani I’ve previously had from here was a soft, intensely buttery pile of rice spliced with green beans, herbs and crisped-up little onions. Another good takeaway dish was the ‘Veggie Veggie 5’: hunks of smoky cauliflower and tiny peas coated in sharp, red juice. It can’t be just the fact that it was a takeaway: it must be the luck of the draw. The kind of devotion its fans show must be founded in something. Try Guglee, then cross your fingers.

Taco Bell ­– America’s most famous Mexican-inspired chain – is opening in London on Friday. Students of taco history will know that it had branches in the capital back in the ’90s, but it’s been a long 20-odd years. For anyone who has ever fantasised about going to the mall or snogging Ryan from ‘The OC’, this return feels like a big deal, because Taco Bell is weirdly entangled in our tweenage dreams. Cheap tacos are its speciality (in the US it’s known for its ‘dollar menu’) and here it’ll be doing a sweet Tuesday deal where you get a single taco and a beer for just £2. The first Taco Bell location will be in Hammersmith, but more branches are due to open before Christmas in Holborn, Fulham and Croydon. Taco Bell opens on Fri Nov 23 at 100 King St, W6 0QW. In the mood for Mexican? Check out our hand-picked list of the tastiest tacos in town.

Always a legitimate cultural event, the Pret Christmas menu just dropped, and this year, there’s a mince pie cookie on it. A mince pie. IN A COOKIE! That is a festive gesture, right there, isn’t it? And we appreciate it. Other new items on the menu include a Christmas lunch baguette and a ham and wensleydale baguette. There’s also the intriguing-sounding crème brûlée latte, which, while not technically particularly seasonal, also comes in a vegan option, which must constitute some kind of Christmas miracle. Want to see the rest of the Pret Christmas menu? We’ve ranked it.

Time Out is turning 50 this September, so we’re throwing a party to celebrate, complete with some of London’s best street food. Because what other way is there to celebrate? The party will be in Granary Square, King’s Cross, on September 29 from 5pm to 11pm. As well as a killer line-up of street food, there will be feminist wrestling from Eve, drag performances from The Glory and choreography curated by the Southbank Centre. Oh, and you’ll be able to walk through the world’s biggest gin cloud, courtesy of foodie magicians Bompas & Parr. Every stall in the street-food line-up has been handpicked by Time Out Food editor Tania Ballantine and brought to you by the folks at Kerb. This is the capital’s crème de la crème. Check out the full line-up: BBQ Dreamz Filipino backyard barbecue on the streets of London: signature dishes include the chicken satay curry and the crispy ‘baboy’ (pork belly). Club MexicanaCult vegan Tex-Mex peddler Club Mexicana does a ‘to-fish’ taco that will change your life. It might actually be better than the carnivore-friendly stuff. Luxury FlatsThe only ‘luxury flat’ your average Londoner can afford – these fat flatbreads come stuffed with crisp salad and chunks of tender meat. Mother CluckerMother Clucker’s soul food specialists do crispy, spicy coating and tender, juicy chicken like no one else. Plus dreamy sides of mac ’n’ cheese. Mother FlipperHefty burgers topped with huge wedges of avocado or oozy Swiss cheese are the speciality here. It’s the home 

In news that will brighten up this miserable day, a bottomless brunch where you get to eat surrounded by pugs wearing butterfly wings is coming to London. And it’s incredibly good value. Pay just £5 and you’ll be entitled to 75 minutes of unlimited food, prosecco and pug-fondling. Let’s just sit with that for a minute: you can drink prosecco non-stop with a pug on your lap for 75 minutes and it will only cost you a fiver. It’s happening on Saturday May 12 at Covent Garden Grind. The food menu includes cooked mains and unlimited pastries, while the pugs get a special menu. Delightful things you can do at this brunch include dressing pugs up as ‘puggerflys’ and taking photos with a giant rainbow poo statue. The whole thing has been organised by Pug Café and Three Mobile, because a pug in wings is the star of the company’s latest ad campaign. Best bit? All ticket sale proceeds go to the Pug Dog Welfare & Rescue Association.  The ‘all you can pug’ brunch is at Covent Garden Grind on Saturday May 12. Tickets are £5 and available here. Love brunch? Check out our round-up of the best bottomless brunches in London. Know whenever something this glorious happens. Click here to sign up to Time Out.

Sold out of a tiny little hatch on Greek Street called Pleasant Lady, jianbing is a savoury Chinese crêpe that is drawing serious crowds. Check it out in the video below.    Pleasant Lady is at 23 Greek St, W1D 4DY. Love Chinese food? Here’s our round-up of the very best in London. Keep up with the food news. Click here to sign up to Time Out. 

Just before the storm! Coco Colada by the pool 🍹 #sohohousewhitecity #televisioncenter #sohohouse A post shared by Erdem Kayalar (@erdemkayalar) on Apr 18, 2018 at 6:23am PDT Soho House opened its latest members-club-cum-hotel-cum-restaurant at the former BBC Television Centre in White City last Monday (April 23). Here are some tempting pics of it.  Our kind of art ☕️ by @RobsonBarista #WhiteCityHouse #CoffeeArt A post shared by White City House (@whitecityhouse) on Apr 26, 2018 at 2:07am PDT     Terrace of dreams 😍 #WhiteCityHouse #TelevisionCentre #London @sohohouse A post shared by Stephen Newey 🙇🏼 (@stenewey) on Apr 23, 2018 at 12:15am PDT         We’ll have one of everything. @TheAllisWhiteCity is now open to all downstairs - stop by for coffee, breakfast or a spot of lunch, dinner or drinks. ☕️ #TheAllisWhiteCity #WhiteCityHouse A post shared by White City House (@whitecityhouse) on Apr 24, 2018 at 7:26am PDT White City House is at Television Centre, Wood Lane, W12 7FR. Soho House leave you cold? Get back to basics with our round-up of London’s best chains. Keep up with the food news. Click here to sign up to Time Out. 

‘Made in Chelsea’ got so much less fun after Lucy Watson quit. RIP giving the side-eye, RIP wild bitching, RIP completely gratuitous underwear scenes. She has, however, been developing other projects, including a vegan yoga restaurant. Run by Lucy and her sister, fellow ‘MIC’ star Tiffany Watson, the restaurant will open on Tuesday May 1. It’s called Tell Your Friends and it’s on New King’s Road. Obviously.  On the menu will be vegan fish and chips (breaded banana blossom and cashew tartare sauce) and chicken bites made with a ‘hemp and sunflower crumb’. There will also be a yoga studio within the restaurant. We were born ready. Tell Your Friends opens Tue May 1 at 175 New Kings Rd, SW6 4SW. Love celeb restaurants? Check out our round-up of the best places to dine like a star. Need to know whenever anyone from ‘Made in Chelsea’ opens a restaurant. Click here to sign up to Time Out.

A post shared by A N N A B A R N E T T (@annabarnettcooks) on Apr 21, 2018 at 11:21pm PDT Petersham Nurseries – the rustic Richmond café and garden centre that boasts both a real-life meadow and a Michelin star – launched two restaurants, a bar and a courtyard in Covent Garden today (Monday April 23). They’re officially the floweriest new destinations in London. Feast your eyes on these pics.  A post shared by Petersham Nurseries (@petershamnurseries) on Apr 21, 2018 at 3:30am PDT Alfresco dining at its best. Embrace the fine weather in our new courtyard, Floral Court in Covent Garden and indulge in seasonal food from either of our two new restaurants, The Petersham or La Goccia. These small sharing plates and botanical cocktails are from La Goccia. Beautiful photo by @prettycitylondon A post shared by Petersham Nurseries (@petershamnurseries) on Apr 22, 2018 at 6:12am PDT   A post shared by Covent Garden (@coventgardenldn) on Mar 8, 2018 at 11:33am PST Petersham Nurseries Covent Garden is at Floral Court, WC2E 8JD. Like eating in the sunshine? Check out our round-up of the best street food in London. Want to know whenever something this blooming marvellous happens? Click here to sign up to Time Out.   

Chances are you’re a tiny bit obsessed with Meghan Markle. You’re only human. Well, from today (Monday April 23), you can eat her ‘favourite’ dish from the comfort of your own sofa. Trendy vegan fast food joint By Chloe has teamed up with Deliveroo to create an animal-free poutine, available to order via the app for £6.50 until Saturday May 19. The rationale? Meghan is a big fan of By Chloe. She is also a big fan of poutine. For your edification and enjoyment – and for the hell of it – here is a nice story about Meghan Markle and poutine: ‘Working in Toronto – where “Suits” is filmed – has made her very familiar with an even more famous Canadian specialty: poutine, aka fries smothered in cheese curds and gravy. Many people, though, use the wrong kind of cheese. (Hint: Back away from the mozzarella.) “It's got to squeak when you bite into it,” Markle says. “Really. The cheese curds should make a squeaking noise when you bite into them or squeeze them. That’s how you know you’ve got the right kind.”’ Delish Magazine, 2016 And here’s a nice thing someone once said about Meghan Markle, that happens to mention poutine: ‘Somewhere among biryani, poutine and endless conversations, I realised just how deeply Meghan Markle cares for the world.’ Priyanka Chopra, Time Magazine, 2018 This By Chloe poutine is made with fries, spicy seitan chorizo, cashew mozzarella, gravy and chipotle aioli. Better hope it squeaks.  ‘Royal Poutine’ is available via Deliveroo from Mon Apr 23-May 19, priced

We’ve rounded up the best street food stalls in this city and it’s official: vegan Mexican trader Club Mexicana is number one. The competition was intense; maybe we’re a bit biased, but in our humble opinion London is the best city in the world to eat food out of a napkin. So it was tough, but we’ve had the hots for Club Mexicana for quite a while now: its to-fish tacos are the stuff of legend (so fishy, but in a good way) and we love the things they do to jackfruit. Catch Club Mexicana in stall form at Kerb Camden and Dinerama. You won’t miss meat. Promise.  Want the best street food in town? Check out all 44 stalls here.

A post shared by Pret (@pretamangeruk) on Apr 13, 2018 at 3:02am PDT Spring is in the air. Finally. And Pret is updating its menu to celebrate. In its London shops from tomorrow (Tuesday April 17), the most tempting thing we’ve glimpsed is this vegan cookie. Made with dark chocolate and almond butter, it looks amazing – check out the melty ooziness on that baby! – in the words of one Instagram user, an_anxious_vegan: OMG is this vegan for real???? 💗💗💗💗💗 Dark chocolate and almond butter cookies, £1.45 at Pret stores from Tuesday April 17. Love Pret? We ranked their sandwiches from worst to best.

Tex-Mex chain Benito’s Hat is doing £1 tacos tomorrow (Tuesday April 10). Yes, one pound! At all five of its London branches from 5pm till closing time tomorrow, every taco on the menu is available – and you don’t have to buy anything to qualify. No strings attached, basically. We’ve got our eye on the beef brisket barbecoa tacos (usually £5.70). Better yet, this will be a regular thing: every second Tuesday of the month there’ll be a £1 taco party.  Get £1 tacos at every London branch of Benito’s Hat on Tuesday April 10, from 5pm. Love Mexican? These joints will tacover your life. Keep up with the food news. Click here to sign up to Time Out.