It was 30 degrees in London this weekend. As a Scottish person that’s just too hot for me, and for my ginger boyfriend it’s practically unbearable. So when I suggested going to Kiln, a fairly small restaurant with an open kitchen where they cook with fire, he wasn’t hugely keen. Over an Aperol spritz in a nearby bar, I worked on him telling him about their recent win as the UK’s best restaurant, the Thai grill concept, and how I reallllllly wanted to go, eventually breaking him down. And let me tell you, it was worth the persuading.