Oh, dear. :-( You poor old thing. One of the joys of getting older lies in being relieved of the need to use such ghastly terms or do anything but sneer at 'youth culture'.
In respect of the pudding I can take and leave it. I had the world famous Clonakilty Black Pudding while in Cork last week and it repeated on me all day. Pleasant at the time, less so at 4pm.
Worcestershire sauce at breakfast is uncalled for other than in a beverage, and I am as open minded and liberal in this respect as the next man. In essence you're a borderline pervert.
Avoid Gaucho as if it were a syphilitic dog. For steaks, you'll be wanting Hawksmoor or Goodman.
Nobu shot its bolt 10 years ago. You must NOT be seen dead in such a place, for fear of being taken for a tourist. For modern oriental, it's Hakkasan or get to fĂșck.