Alasdair is feeling up to a dinner out, as long as it’s no further than the bottom of our road. What luck, then, that we have a Bib Gourmand restaurant in that very place! If Pazzo is our home away from home, then Other is our home between our home and our home away from home. Exactly. Sometimes I feel bad at my lack of adventurousness when ordering at Other. But I am chastened when I remember that the reason for that is because all the things I want are almost gutteral cravings at this point. That, and they make up half the menu. There’s no visit to Other without their olives, beautifully tender and citrus marinated. Nor the crisps, but now they are slightly different! The sweeping of chives remain, but the sauces are different and, dare I say it, an improvement on perfection - this year, a tandoori spiced aioli and a coriander chutney, both punchy flavours that beg you to lick the plate clean if you’ve somehow finished the crisps without vacuuming them up. I stick to the small plates - chicken and sesame toast has been updated with a delightful ranch dressing; the 7 hour smoked hogget has lost its pineapple jam and gained a rhubarb chilli jam instead - oh how the seasons change. Confit potatoes remain a constant, and the roasted carrots with chickpeas and raddichio are served vegan by giving me the feta on the side, equally delicious either way. The eternal dessert of the doughnut - as shouted out on Off Menu by James - combined with an apple crumble creme brulee sees me stagger home to a good food coma. What a dream.