We eat at every restaurant we recommend. No press invitations, no complimentary meals accepted, no sponsored placements. Every table was booked, every bill paid.
The recommendations are organised by city. Within each city you will find the table we would return to without hesitation, the others worth knowing, and the ones worth skipping — and the reason why.

The tables worth knowing.

When someone else is paying.

The supplì. The carbonara. The evening.

Tables practically in the water.

Brasserie hours, properly kept.

Keep walking until the menus are handwritten.
More recommendations from Albert and Nouri — for every occasion and every budget.
Order the supplì and whatever pasta is on the board. A Roman institution.
Artichokes on Fridays. Carbonara every other day. Book ahead.
The kind of neighbourhood trattoria that no longer exists in most cities but somehow still does here.
The pizza bianca in the morning. Get there early.
Open since 1760. Have a coffee standing at the bar.
The maritozzi. That is the only reason you need.
The sign says Cooofe. An older couple once paid for our breakfast without saying a word.
The pastries are the reason. Go early.
Small, serious, impossible to book. Worth every attempt.
No tourist menus, no spaghetti bolognese. The real thing.
Loud, convivial, the lamb chops.
Ruth Rogers' institution on the Thames. The chocolate nemesis.
Creative, ingredient-led, never self-righteous about it.
Yes it's fashionable. The scrambled eggs at breakfast are genuinely good.
Over 200 pies daily through The Pie Hole street hatch.
The best croissant in London. Get there early.
Where Ian Fleming drank his martinis. Stirred, not shaken.
The best hotel bar in Europe. The martini trolley comes to your table.