Oh I shouldn't be on this one.
Anniebach, superb choice. Marmite & lettuce sarnies take a lot of beating.
Not counting anything made by my Mum or Nana, because that wouldn't be fair ...
There used to be a restaurant in the King's Road called the Hungry Horse. It was perfect. Everything there was perfect. Everything about it was perfect. The kedgeree & spotted dick ... I still dream about them. Literally, I dream of them. If I were a posh Brigadier I'd've licked the plates!
All of this is making me want to cry. The New Piccadilly in Denman Street ... there was something about their egg & chips. Mum always said mine were better but I don't believe her.
Cooke's Pie & Mash in the Goldhawk Road ... oh help, I can't bear this ...
The Cafe Figaro in Lower Regent Street (round the corner from the BBC Studios) did the loveliest cappucinno ...
The Cafe Fleur-de-Lys (not certain I'm spelling that properly) in Gloucester Road ... cheese and tomato baps ...
The Ceylon Tea Centre was perfect for a lovely, unpretentious tea ...
There was an Uxbridge Road chippie, just near the market ... I still dream of them, too ...
Hot chestnuts from a brazier ...
Winkles & whelks from stalls ... Morecambe Bay shrimps ...
and oh, someone please let me into the Tardis & take me back to the days of being able to buy a pork pie in almost every street ...
I understand there has to be change in life but I'll never understand why perfect things have to change. Who in his right mind would want a burger instead of a pie? I knew the inmates were running the asylum when Wimpy bars, McDonald's etc. took over from pie stalls.
And oh, heaven help me but I miss bloater paste. Doesn't count, not exactly from a restaurant! Right, gal, pull yourself together:
Fresh fish from almost anywhere. Oysters from almost anywhere. Boiled potatoes on the Isle of Aran ... I'd no idea potatoes could taste like that (I've conducted a life-long love affair with Potato Pete, of course - potatoes are man's second-best friend). They were heavenly.
Incredibly grateful that Il Portico, High Street Ken is still around. Everything there's marvelous. Can't afford it these days but it's wonderful that the family's still running it.
A cream tea anywhere in Devon or Cornwall ... bliss.
A fresh-caught Melton Mowbray pork pie with broad beans & a bottle of stout!