You don't have to be a Chelski wife to go to this new fish restaurant, awash with posh on the borders of Belgravia, but it helps. It's early days, but already the place to be seen is at one of the outdoor tables. Inside is very, very white, where we felt like we were sitting in an art gallery, but then maybe that's because we were surrounded by poseurs, alongside a hilarious mix of collagen-lipped blondes and Eurotrash boys.