“April is the cruellest month” wrote the poet T.S. Eliot, which just goes to show you should never trust a man whose name is an anagram of “toilets”. The recent change of the clocks promises that, whatever the thermometer might say, summer is just around the corner — and spring has well and truly sprung.
It might not be quite warm enough to eat outside yet — though the soon-to-open rooftop terrace at Spitalfields newcomer Maene is a name to make a note of — but the 200 acres of grounds at the Selsdon outpost of Hertfordshire’s farm-to-fork Birch promise a day in the country without leaving London (or a London borough, at least). Can’t wait for nice weather? Riviera in St James’s and Cantinetta Antinori — Belgravia by way of Florence — are bringing scorching continental glamour to the West End.
