Blonde's Eye View: Steak dressing

Perfect if you wanted a cheese and pickle sandwich, and to get pickled, pointless for the weekly shop.

If you felt like potatoes for dinner you would have to eat out, or worse, visit Asda.

All the pubs, bars and restaurants were closed on the weekend - All Bar One.

The wine bar chain opened on Saturdays and was packed to the rafters with two traders on their way home from the weekend shift.

How times have changed.

We've gained more towers, more offices, more flats, more shops, more people and more restaurants.

There are a myriad food outlets within swine flu sneezing distance.

The estate has become a weekend destination in its own right; shoppers, families, tourists, all those Essex girls in white knee high boots hunting for bankers.

We are overloaded.

And with the influx has come a change of dress code.

Saturday nights out at a restaurant used to involve jeans and a jumper, sure they were designer and cashmere (we do have standards people), but it was casual.

Recently I went to the Gaucho Grill, arguably the busiest place on a weekend night, and it was full of tiny girls in tiny dresses.

They were definitely not coming for the huge steaks.

I'm not talking jersey dresses with leggings and flat ankle boots, I'm talking frou frou skimming, sequinned scraps of material, long, bare legs and skyscraper heels.

I felt like I was eating at a Russian disco. It put me right off my meal.

The stakes (no pun intended) have been raised. Dining out on the weekend Wharf has gone glamorous.

Next time you fancy wearing just jeans and a jumper, best opt for takeaway.