Somehow each time we leave Foodilic we feel half a stone lighter and five years younger. Not from a lack of food; pile your plate high with rich verdant haricots, glistening roast veg, tartly seasoned cous-cous, hunky portions of marinated roast chicken and much more. Pair with healthy juice (carrot is good) for optimal smug points. Helpful, smiley and outrageously fit staff know everything about everything. Even the seating choices are zen; ground floor to scoff your five-a-day lording it over traffic-choked North Street, upstairs for more of a chillaxed Amsterdam hippy-hostel vibe. There’s even a bamboo-lined roof terrace when the weather behaves, with nice plump benches and conspiratorial booths. Good in so many ways.