By day neighbourhood deli and bottle shop, by night, wine bar and tapas joint specialising in well-kept, thoughtfully curated low-intervention wines from across Europe, many by the glass which you can happily taste before committing to. Eats on the menu are pitched just right, too, whether you are after a nibble to share or something more substantial: charcuterie plate with house-made pickles, braised butter beans with blackened delica pumpkin, roast hake with olive oil mash. A big table in the new extension next door will allow for pop-ups, too. In the summer, the front opens right up to form a bar at which you can perch streetside and watch the world go by. 

Jeremy King knows how to bang out a perfect restaurant; he leaves a trail of London’s finest behind him: The Ivy, The Caprice, The Wolseley to name a few. The Park, a curved glass-fronted space running opposite the park calls itself a ‘New World Grand Café’ and is divided into three: a restaurant, a sparkling bar and an all-day café, all panelled in honey-toned wood. Its handsome deco feel threads its way through the design, the glassware, menus, gracious staircase and confident service. The menu consists of irresistible fuss-free classics from classic hotel-style breakfasts of eggs (many ways), house-made cereals and granolas, and bakery. Lunch and dinner are run as a single all-day menu, old school comfort foods including Escalope Milanese, Tagliatelle Bolognese and a fresh mushroom risotto with seasonal truffles. To nibble on, there’s Carpaccio, Shrimp cocktail and a gooey, stringy Grilled four cheese sandwich to die for. 

For those in search of a real work out Barry’s gym with it’s ‘Red Room’ (of pain) offers an array of demanding HIIT classes throughout the day.  Top spec equipment and no membership required have made these loud, fun and extremely demanding HIIT classes all the rage. The café for post-workout fuel allows for some excellent people watching, too. 

Known as ‘greasy spoons’ the old London cafes (known fondly as ‘caffs’) have these days been replaced for the most part by barista coffee joints across the city, with their accompanying sourdough and fancy cake offering. Yet Sheila’s hangs on to its origins, offering its all day fry-up (eggs, bacon, tomato, fried bread, mushrooms, baked beans in various combinations) with mugs of strong tea and no espresso machine in sight. On arrival, a plastic photograph of a plate loaded with Full English is slapped onto your (sometimes shared) table and from there on in, you are treated to a classic caff experience.