I’ve been doing an absurd amount of dining out this week.

Monday – Bar Boulud at the Mandarin Oriental. The chef Daniel Boulud is the big cheese in the big apple. Once I was staying in a mid town Manhattan hotel and switched on the news and the first item on the local channel was about a restaurant selling a $50 hamburger. It turned out the restaurant was in the same hotel so I took an editor from Zagat there for lunch that day to try it. The burger was made with three types of beef, fois gras in the middle, truffles on top. Magnificently over the top. His burger selection in London is not quite so extravagant, but brilliant all the same.

Tuesday – The Cinnamon Club, my old place. They still fuss over me there. Rabbit tikka with chilli and garlic chutney – try it!

Wednesday – Hakassan. At night this place drives me mad as it’s more a night club than a high end restaurant. At lunch though it’s very calm and civilised and they make excellent dim sum.

Thursday – Hawksmoor. Fantastic steak house where they have a board listing every size of steak available. When I saw the waitress tick off the 1.4 kg rib eye, I asked who ordered it and it turned out to be the guy at the next table to mine. Being South African, he polished it off with effortless ease.

Today I return home to Roast, tomorrow I spend the day on the treadmill and Sunday I’m at my favourite Lebanese Noura where I shall have a chicken Shwarma and salad to finish off the splendid week.

I wish I could tell you that next week will be different, but what’s the point of lying?