I think the eternal optimist in me might be gently moving towards a half empty glass position. This is distressing as it seems to confirm that one has well and truly crossed over and landed well onto the wrong side of 40, with no way back...
I ordered a Fitzrovia Bun at Milk & Honey on Warren Street. This is something you should try to do at least once in your life. I do it about twice a year. Any more would seem greedy. It is like no other bun you will ever feast your eyes on.
The Artichoke is as sweet and charming as its modest staff. Go there, very occasionally, for a posh bite and if you drink the Knott list and don't knock yourself unconscious, you should leave happy... I also left Blanchette pretty happy - a long and narrow French place in Soho. I think it was French, I mean it was good, lots of little sharing dishes with soft pulses, nice unctuous meat, crispy long chips etc etc, but to be honest if I'd been blindfolded it could have been an Opera Tavern, or a Salt Yard or a Polpo.