Ministry of the Interior injected cool international design on to a strip that was best known as an auto-mechanic / fish store wasteland, so when slick tapas restaurant Foxley moved in just under a year ago, it solidified the Ossington strip as ‘pretty fucking cool’. Since then it seems as though every other space that can be leased has been snatched and transformed into a packed bar, rad vintage shop or swank apparel store.

You can’t make a reservation at this place, so arrive early for a delicious sampling of short ribs, ceviche and decadent lamb duck prosciutto dumpling and pair your carnal cravings with some insanely tasty Asian Greens. Finish off with a high class rice pudding.

If it happens to be jammed full of thirty something good looking professionals, no sweat – you can waltz across the street for a pint at neighbourhood pub Crooked Star, and they’ll give you a shout when some seats open up.