Fay Maschler's week in food, from Evelyn’s Table to Bellanger

In the rehearsal first interval for the Royal Ballet’s Bernstein Centenary, fat, soft smoked salmon sandwiches so unlike the lissom dancers.

My friend the indomitable David Queensberry, still providing after all these years, whipped up some particularly beguiling guacamole to start supper.

Boozy breakfast at Corrigan’s Mayfair celebrating St Patrick’s Day. When “a hungry feeling came o’er me stealing” (from The Auld Triangle, stirringly sung by Osh and Kiernan) I had a fabulous sausage roll.

You can book 11 counter seats or a tiny four-top at Evelyn’s Table at The Blue Posts but I wheedled my way in via a contact to enjoy presa Iberica, padrón peppers and calçots, pictured, because I am too old for disappointment.

Islington’s Bellanger is the place to be on a sleety Sunday afternoon eating slices of smoky tarte flambée Alsacienne and drinking glasses of Riesling.