When lazy Sunday vibes collided with a mild disagreement over what to eat, we sloped off to the Cosy Club in the hope it would heal the rift and sate us both.

There’s a new menu in town but given we’d only ever consumed cocktails in da club, any food was new to us. It’s a big old menu with an eclectic mix of styles – dishes like a steak sandwich with peppercorn sauce and mozzarella and ricotta arancini sit alongside Asian-inspired curries, Spanish chicken and Iraqi flatbread. The restaurant doesn’t claim to fit neatly into one culinary genre so why not?

The small plate menu was particularly appealing and we ordered three dishes between two of us to start. Pulled beef and smoked bacon croquettes were satisfyingly crunchy on the outside with an unctuous smoky middle enhanced with a scoop of earthy black garlic aioli. (A garnish of crispy leeks added nothing.) Crispy cauliflower tossed in a sweet chilli glaze with satay mayonnaise, sesame and curry leaves was a delight. We could have worked our way through a very large bowl full. Zingy, hot and sweet combined to create something very lovely indeed. A warm Iraqi laffa flatbread coated with a slick of melted butter and sea salt was utterly moreish.

Back to Asia with a sticky chicken salad – sounds dull, but it was anything but. Soy glazed buttermilk fried chicken, punchy kimchi, shredded leaves, tangy pickled mooli, edamame beans and a rice wine dressing came together to create a bowl of bold flavours and textures that worked a treat. Swap the chicken for crispy cauliflower if you’re veggie which would be equally delicious.

A steak sandwich let the side down a bit served in a focaccia so hard the knife struggled, let alone our veneers. We’d expected fluffy warm bread moist with meaty juices and a mustard mayo, so it was a bit of a disappointment. The filling however, was Aubrey Allen’s finest rump steak – tender and packed with flavour with accompaniments of caramelised onion, Dijon mayonnaise and watercress. We switched fries for the sweet potato variety which were perfect.

Pud came in the form of apple crumble with two spoons. A good crumble to fruit ratio and creamy vanilla ice cream felt nostalgic and perfect for a chilly Sunday. We’d healed the rift, had a very enjoyable lunch before heading to IKON to mooch around the marvellous Donald Locke exhibition and a stroll by the canal. Birmingham – you’re magic!