I had dinner here with a friend after she heard rave reviews from colleagues. Maybe they were having an off-night, but our experience was distinctly underwhelming.

If I wanted to be naive I could say that our waiter had an unfortunate facial tic. Being a cynic, it’s my belief that he didn’t agree with our choice of wine. Upon hearing what we wanted his face contorted into hideous disapproval. Granted we weren’t ordering the most expensive bottle of wine on the menu, but it was by no means the cheapest.

My starter of goat’s cheese bruschetta was stone cold. Am I just a heathen and it’s supposed to be cold? Any other time I’ve had bruschetta it’s been warm. Even if it was meant to be served cold, it didn’t work. My friend didn’t rate her pumpkin soup either.

The main of salmon with lentils was okay, but my dessert of summer fruits with mascarpone didn’t work at all - there were 4 small pieces of fruit floating in a sea of juice with less than a teaspoonful of mascarpone.

The interior of the restaurant is a mixed bag. The rustic tiles are gorgeous but the back wall of the restaurant is taken up with a cliched and tacky mural.

I had really been looking forward to dinner at Cantina del Ponte, but was so disappointed I won’t be returning in a hurry.

Each to their own as they say, well this place is ours! We first popped in years ago when we couldn't get in next door. Simply one of the finest places to eat in London and very good service. We ordered the wrong wine a few years ago and they simply removed it and brought a bottle of the one we meant to order, it's that kind of place. If you ever pop in for dinner the mix of diners will be a giveaway, suits who've come straight from work mixed with locals in their Polo chino's and oxford shirts! Mediterranean dishes cooked with authenticity and care, this really is one of London's all round best eateries.