Some Nomad acolytes might tell you to start with the wine list at Nomad. This is a joint that describes itself as a ‘cellar door in the city’, which should give you a good idea about how central wine is to the operation here. The wine they source is Australian and gathered up from some seriously top notch producers, growers and winemakers – the smaller and more out-of-the-way the better. The result? Some damn fine wine.

But the food menu has a siren call-like effect that shouldn’t be underestimated. After all, have you ever tried fresh, homemade halloumi? Chances are you haven’t, and that should be rectified immediately. Especially as it’s made with rich Jersey milk, and served with wood-roasted tomatoes and oregano at Nomad. Vegetarians, rejoice! This is a dish that non-meat eating dreams are made of. There’s a decent selection of other options too, everything from spiced cauliflower with spiced cashew and wild rocket to courgette flower with pecorino and truffle honey.

But the meat options are just as toe-curlingly good. There’s a six-week dry-aged, pasture-fed ribeye (served with charred baby cabbage and a kick of Pedro Ximenez sauce), and some Wagyu tartare. Not to mention things like hefty, meltingly soft rillettes, zingy calamari with black garlic and lime, confit lamb neck – the list goes on.

So maybe it’s best to make a few food choice first. Just to be able to free up some brain space to better linger over the wine list and give it the attention it deserves, of course. You’ll rest easier knowing your oysters and charcuterie are winging their way to your table.

There are few better places to indulge in a long, lazy lunch or decadent dinner than at Nomad. Its warehouse-esque space is filled with light blonde wood, set off appealingly against the warmth of the grey concrete floor and, during the day at least, flooded with light from the huge front windows. It’s charming, in an industrial-chic kind of way.