Only the cruelest twist of fate could ensure I’d encounter the most foodgasm-inducing Indian food I’ve tasted ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, on my last weekend in London.

The Cinnamon Club – enhanced by an atmosphere so grand, all you can do is gaze around flustered – sees you dine among colossal bookshelves of what was once the former Westminister Library (if you’re a booknerd like me, this is pretty much heaven).

Add achingly inventive dishes (rather than blatantly daft combinations in the name of ‘creativity’ as is done by a lot of restaurants nowadays) and I was audibly moaning with joy, which would have normally delighted my date, however he was in a similarly affected level of stupor.

Pictured is the lamb #galouti kebab #millefeuille which was the only clear shot I managed to get, but in a TMEAL first, I’ve posted all the other blurry images of each knockout dish.

Tandoori octopus (oh the char! the char!) with chutney potatoes, fennel and tomato lemongrass dressing.

A non-spicy offering – and risotto laden with truffle cappuccino (if there were a last meal on earth, let it be this) and my least favorite, simply for the fact I don’t like the protein – tandoori venison with black stone flower reduction.

I was also warmed to see that for every dish ordered, Cinnamon Club donates 2 pounds to the Action Against Hunger #LoveFoodGiveFood campaign.

Chef Vivek Singh , Rakesh Nair and Cinnamon Club – THANKYOU for this memorable experience. And sorry for being the last one to leave!!