What happens when we’re organising a banging dinner out but have a picky eater on our hands? Start a new WhatsApp group and ‘forget’ to add them? No, we just book into Caravan. There is literally something for everyone. And any person who turns their nose up at the whole menu can’t sit with us, sorry.

Caravan is the restaurant equivalent of when someone brings a puppy to the office - it makes you happy no matter what’s going on in your life. Been ghosted/boss giving you grief/savage overdraft? Pull up one of the bamboo stools at the bar, sink a Chef’s Margarita, and the world is right again 

The Fitzrovia spot is as sexy as all the rest in the group. Peachy-pink chairs match the peachy-pink exposed brick, and we’re digging the tropical-meets-industrial vibes that happens when leafy plants contrast with a brushed-concrete floor. There’s no real ‘theme’ to the cuisine apart from the fact it’s from all over - like how a travelling caravan makes its way across countries. Silky Italian burrata, Asian cod dumplings with soy sauce, and a Middle Eastern aubergine with tahini were giving us all the foodie feels when we headed here last. Then there are those cocktails, all of them made with the kinda kick that usually means ‘night out, here we come.’ Whether you start or end with a Banana Rum Old Fashioned, or something else equally creative, this place has got good times written all over it. Caravan, we’ll follow you wherever you travel. Luckily for us, Fitzrovia is right up our street.