When the sun shines, as it has done this week, can you blame a boy's thoughts for turning to the seaside? A nice pier. A breeze on the face. A fancy town like Aldeburgh, Whitstable or Cromer to snoop round. And fish and chips on the promenade.

But for those of us who can't drag our sorry asses out of town, it might be easier to sample one of London's best-loved institutions: the posh-ish chippie.

Yes, we all know about the Fryers Delight in Holborn, the Golden Hind in Marylebone, or the Sea Shell in Lisson Grove, so why not throw a couple of extra quid in the pot and head for the freshly-spruced up Geales in Notting Hill?

Formerly a Thirties diner, it was recently bought by the team behind the Embassy Club. Posh interior: check. Champagne bar: check. Chippie-priced fish 'n' chips? Not quite.