On Sunday mornings, around Clapham High Street looks like a a cross between Hogarth’s ‘Gin Alley’ and a vodka luge. The frozen pavements spill over with aggressive drunks, while underdressed girls in heels are tottering into the paths of passing taxis. It’s not a pretty sight. But by noon on Sunday, the scene is transformed as Clapham’s small restaurants open to soothe the nerves of recovering party animals. One of our favourites is Haché, the latest branch of a burger chain. Haché is definitely at the smarter end of the burger bar spectrum: there are no queues to get in, bookings are taken, there is no loud ‘rawk’ music, the staff are friendly and welcoming, and the interesting burger combos are excellent, for a fair price. Comfort food, just when you want it. Guy Dimond
For info, see Haché’s listing.