If there was ever a day made for feasting it's Sunday. All that's needed is the right balance of good food, atmosphere and stylish coziness and you can easily find yourself lazily rolling from breakfast to lunch to dinner.

Start as you mean to go on at St Germain, a beautifully designed New York-feel brasserie in an otherwise bleak Farringdon, which makes it feel all the more jammy to be sitting there eating eggs benedict and brioche french toast with maple syrup and bacon.

On to proper lunch, the mere mention of which on a Sunday conjures up somewhere publike and airy, yet comfy. The Marquess Tavern, with its fabulous free range Suffolk roast pork, and The Wells, with its homely menu and proximity to Hampstead Heath both fit the bill perfectly, but I've also become taken recently with how quiet and almost Dickensian Mayfair becomes on a Sunday, giving me the perfect excuse to spend most of the day at The Only Running Footman - a former dive that's been spruced up beyond recognition and now does cracking grub from Welsh rarebit to beer battered haddock and chips.