Golden

So, I clearly wasn't having a good day when I wrote my last post. More fork-grating-on-plate than platelicking. But there's nothing like a few crisp autumn days to brighten my mood. There's little not to like about this time of year apart from the shorter days. I mean, how good is the smell of autumn leaves, let alone how resplendent they look? Not to mention the promise of glowing pumpkins, bonfires and sparklers.

Restaurants are also cosier at this time of year, and there are two particularly convivial new arrivals in Soho. Mark Hix has opened Hix on Berwick Street which serves the sort of hearty British food made for this weather and is attracting all of London's restorati, who are particularly fond of Mark's Bar downstairs, where Joe Warwick recently launched his new mag Galley Slave. And then there's Polpo on Beak Street which is a buzzy little Venetian Bacaro run by former Caprice Holdings director Russell Norman, that oozes charm and character. Both well worth wrapping up for, making winter seem a rather pleasing prospect.

Modern Life

Wake up; turn off alarm. Turn on BlackBerry; switch to silent. Turn on computer. Open web mail. Sign in to Hotmail. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete... etc (vow to cancel all e-subscriptions). Reply. Reply. Make tea. Check Twitter. Check Facebook; delete, delete, ignore, accept, ignore, who??, delete. Check email. Take dog for walk. Check BlackBerry; delete ten messages. Delete same messages on computer. Write. Repeat all of the above several times, break for lunch and repeat until approximately 6.30. Cancel arrangements for that evening by text. Turn on TV. Press Back-Up on remote to remove 'Remind Me' in corner of screen around 79 times until bedtime. Turn off TV and Sky using remote. Switch off TV set. Turn off computer. Turn off BlackBerry. Turn on laptop to check email again. Turn off laptop. Turn on alarm.

Cafe Culture

For as long as I can remember, spending a few hours in a well run, well loved cafe or restaurant has been one of life's greatest pleasures. My memories range from falling asleep on velour banquettes when I was very young - the adults voices and clattering of cutlery my lullaby - to a thousand putting-the-world-to-rights conversations with friends and family, picking over our plates, topping up our glasses and stirring our coffees. Good restaurants can make the world feel like a better place for a moment; oases of calm, indulgence and order when outside chaos reigns, or splashes of bright colour during an otherwise grey day.

I've been lucky enough to witness the restaurant scene flourish quite dramatically in the last fifteen years, and I've been even luckier to write about it. So I feel a certain pride, and pit-of-the-stomach warm fuzziness, that London now has its own Restaurant Festival, thanks to queen of the food critics Fay Maschler, her business partner Simon Davis and their team.

At the launch party at Quaglino's on Wednesday night it was heartwarming to see some of the pioneering old-school brigade like Terence Conran mingle with the new generation of chefs and restaurateurs such as Nick Jones and Francesco Mazzei of L'Anima, as well as swirls of critics and PRs who've helped to make London's restaurants swing.

It also made me nostalgic for some of the foodie figures who played a key part in upping the eating-out stakes in London and the UK, but are sadly no longer with us, such as everyone's favourite gunslinging gourmand Keith Floyd and the no less colourful PR Alan Crompton-Batt - the party would have been even more fun if they'd still been around.

If you didn't manage to bag a hot-ticket table at Pierre Koffman's rooftop restaurant at Selfridges, or a place for dinner on the London Eye I strongly recommend making the most of some great-priced menus and deals to be had in the restaurants listed on the Festival website.

It could be a memory you'll treasure for quite some time.

Irving Penn (16 June 1917 - 7 Oct 2009)

In the same way that countless photographers and style-makers have been inspired by Irving Penn's iconic fashion photography, I was most inspired by his images of food, whether it was an immaculately manicured, bejewelled hand clutching a bloody steak or a more painterly composition like the one above. As well as having a nack for capturing the spirit and individuality of the model or the moment he also proved his point that 'photographing a cake can be art'.

Definition of Platelicker

platelicker [playt-lickah] : one who metaphorically licks the plate of life, extracting the most pleasure possible from both the simplest and the most exciting experiences.

Does the world really need another blog? It's highly debatable, but I woke up this morning and, for some reason, decided to give it a shot, so here goes.

This blog will mostly be about food, restaurants and popular culture with the odd canine twist - as dogs are the ultimate platelickers after all.

There is also literal plate-licking, of course, which there should also be a fair amount of here.

So, watch this plate!