Saving the best until last

Louis Patisserie is, to my knowledge, the only remaining Hungarian cafe in London.

Located in Hampstead village, it's delightfully old fashioned, with oak panelled walls and a reassuring collection of elderly Eastern Europeans in evidence drinking tea and eating cake.

I had a shoot in this neck of the woods at the weekend, deciding not to take my Hungarian assistant Peter, as he had a bad cold. I promised him cake to cheer him up.

There was a huge array of cakes to choose from, mostly being combinations of chocolate, marzipan and crystalised fruit.

Golem, rightly named after a giant from Jewish folklore was a huge slab of chocolate with the dimensions and weight of a small house brick. I managed a couple of mouthfuls. Even Pete took a couple of days to finish it.

This strawberry confection was mere feather weight in comparison. In a tempered chocolate shell, containing fluffy light cream and intensely flavoured fruit, definitely my favourite.