Matiz on The Hill

You're walking up Royal Hill towards the village bit of Greenwich, past the independent shops and dog walkers, when Matiz pulls you in with that smell of something good happening on the stove. Inside, it's warm without being fussy—locals at the bar nursing sherries, couples tucked into corners, groups of mates making a proper night of it. The kitchen knows what it's doing with seafood especially, and they're not mucking about with fusion nonsense. Prices sit somewhere between casual and treating yourself, which makes it the kind of place you actually return to rather than save for occasions.