Housed inside the National Gallery, Ochre has been enchanting Londoners with its exceptional grub and opulent, peachy-hued interiors - think marble, cane, antiques and floor lamps you'd like to borrow for your own pad - since opening last spring. It was only last month, though, that the restaurant unveiled its all-new Sunday roast menu, an à la carte affair involving the likes of creamy burrata and lemon-drenched chicken. Our order? The Cornish mackerel tacos, followed by the aged Hereford beef, served with watercress, pickled walnuts and horseradish cream. We also loved the apple crumble, which is best paired with a refreshing mojito. In town on a Thursday? Check the website for the date of the next monthly Ochre Rocks event, offering live music and cocktails inspired by works hanging in the gallery.

Sitting pretty in a beautiful red-brick building on Brixton's Coldharbour Lane, this all-day bistro is loved for its top-notch menu and gorgeous interiors. Outside, chalkboard signs, wrought-iron railings and enormous white parasols make for sublime al fresco dining. Inside, a relaxed setting benefits from high ceilings, glass pendant lights, banquette seating in duck-egg green and floor-to-ceiling shelves stocked with an impressive selection of independent wines - we can thank owner Mel Brown for that one. Start with the leeks vinaigrette or potted crab, then choose between three mains: leek and mushroom pie, roast pork belly, and a succulent sirloin served with Yorkshire pudding. Wash it all down with a cucumber margarita and end on a sweet note with an ice-cream sandwich.

If you're craving a home-cooked meal, make tracks to this much-loved Islington local, which offers comfort in spades. Corners are piled high with firewood, while copper pans line the walls. The on-site butcher provides delectable cuts, Yorkshire puds are the size of your face and wine is carefully sourced from family-run vineyards. Book in advance and arrive hungry - an elasticated waistband is your friend here.

Known for its strong eco-credentials, this south London pub grows its own vegetables on a plot next door, and uses local produce whenever possible. The current menu features English calamari, Blythburgh pork and Elwy Valley Welsh lamb. Save room for pudding; the baked lemon cheesecake with berry coulis is a wonder.

Cocktails start from a very reasonable £7.50 and there's wine on tap at this former brothel in Soho. We recommend visiting on a Sunday preceding a bank holiday Monday; that way, it won't matter as much if you end up bar-hopping, post-dining. Line your stomach with the mammoth all-in of pork, lamb or beef, accompanied by eclectic sides such as coal-roasted pumpkin and parmesan. The real drawcard, though, is the creamy cauliflower with four cheeses - a dish we would happily visit for in itself.

Butcher-turned-chef Nicholas Essex takes Sunday dinners seriously at Smokehouse. Topside of longhorn beef has been dry-aged for 34 days (insert dribble-face emoji) and is impossibly tender, oozing meaty juices over fluffy Yorkshire puddings and potatoes lovingly roasted in duck fat. Get ready to feel the Sunday blues evaporate in an instant.

If you're naming your restaurant "Roast", you've got to be pretty damn confident your Sunday lunch is up to scratch, and this Borough Market joint doesn't disappoint. Swallow higher prices along with exemplary beef sirloin and expertly paired wines, with sweeping city views making it well worth it - particularly if you've got visitors to London in tow.

A roaring open fire, well-dressed locals and some of the crunchiest crackling in town make this gastropub a timeless winter favourite. The Yorkshires are huge, there's marmalade bread pudding for dessert and the staff don't mind when you ask for extra gravy - on more than one occasion.

This waterside hangout is the ideal place to fend off hangovers over a roast and bloody marys among east London cool cats. The gravy is homemade, the carrots are honey-glazed and there's a beetroot, mushroom and spinach wellington for vegetarians. Be sure to head down early, as it's known to get busier than Piccadilly Circus at rush hour.

London's favourite grande dame puts on quite the Sunday spread in its copper-hued dining room, The Grill. Peruse the menu over the Dorchester's take on a bloody mary, which is made with beef consommé instead of your bog-standard Worcestershire sauce. To start, opt for the Scotch egg stuffed with tender chunks of premium lobster and a golden yolk that oozes at the first prick. After the drinks trolley - manned by expert mixologist Federico - has whizzed round to provide your fix of made-to-taste sours, it's time for the showstopper: patience-thin cuts of blushing beef, molten cauliflower cheese, mint-spiked broccoli and moon crater-sized Yorkshire puds. Mop up the gravy with hunks of freshly baked brown bread smothered in chicken butter.

If only a Michelin-starred roast will do, book a table at this west London lovely. With a focus on wild game, don't be surprised to find venison headlining, with support acts including Galloway beef, Cornish monkfish and Cumbrian pork. To round lunch off nicely, order the blood orange trifle, or the selection of cheeses served with water crackers and homemade chutney.