I feel the OP. I've got one more fancy dinner when back in London to close off the year which will make a somewhat ridiculous 27 Michelin stars this year.

London's one of the world's culinary capitals, yet when I'm asked for a restaurant which I really love I tend to draw a bit of a blank (St John's, the Ledbury..). Maybe it's the body's self-defence mechanism telling us to chill the hell out and stop going out so much. We become accustomed to quality in general, which is an expensive acclimitisation to have.