First things first, this place is ridiculously expensive - like, 26 quid for an omelette. A lobster and crab omelette designed by chef supremo Nuno Mendes, but still. No eggs can live up to that kind of pressure. A tiny side of lettuce hearts was the wrong side of a fiver. And there's a 15% service charge. Come with this in mind and it might horrify a little less when the bill arrives. Anyway, this restaurant, part of the exclusive Andre Balazs hotel, isn't so much about the food, it's more about spying on slebs - see the Daily Mail for evidence of this almost every day. Hot tip - despite the infamous waiting list which books up months in advance, we walked in here without a reservation at about 3pm last week after a meeting nearby. I guess the weird timing worked in our favour. Our table out on the sunny courtyard was divine - and we whiled away a very pleasant afternoon drinking Whispering Angel, bathing in the glory of bagging a table and spying on our glam fellow guests. Next time (perhaps after a lottery win) I'd try to book a stool up at the open kitchen inside, but I can imagine this is basically impossible for about a decade, unless your name is Kate Moss. Hey ho.