It's well-used and quite a long list. Matt and Cat read each suggestion carefully - a majority of the new reviews they write stem from this fertile ground. But even so they might have set a new record for responsiveness with this, their 200th review - less than 24 hours after reader Jackie Milne posted her suggestion, they were sitting down at the table. The Matt-and-Cat-beacon shone in the night sky, and your reviewers responded in super-quick time (for once)!

Matt and Cat followed the light, pointing the MattMobile in a southerly direction. Powered only by the momentum of going downhill all the way, the car came to rest at Ventnor Esplanade. The Ale and Oyster is audaciously positioned adjacent to one of the most popular dining pubs on the Isle of Wight. But, according to one of the locals, the competition is not too much of an issue as the Ale and Oyster is positively buzzing on a Sunday afternoon when the Northern Soul DJ is in the bar. So, how did it fare on a Tuesday evening...

The Wimpy Restaurant or 'Wimpy Bar' - an English institution. Or so Messrs Wimpy would have us believe.

Named after J. Wellington Wimpy - The burger-loving character from the cartoon, Popeye - these now somewhat quaint establishments were massively popular in suburban British towns until McDonalds began to take over their traditional ground in the 1980s. Needless to say, as with anything slightly out-of-date, you can be sure to find a good supply on the Isle of Wight, and so it proves with Wimpy Bars.

Intriguingly, all that can be seen of La Scala from the High Street is the eponymous staircase leading down to the cellar in which the restaurant is located. Matt and Cat made the journey down those stairs, wondering what they'd find below.

You can spend half an hour watching people struggle with their hysterical toddlers, swapping wives with the rich and tasteless, or wasting licence-payers' money buying valueless rubbish at car boot sales. The ultimate people watching programme, Big Brother is back on our screens for an interminable three months, throughout which you can watch nonentities laugh, cry, fight and pretend to have sex.

A cheaper and more wholesome alternative to all this goggle-eyed voyeurism, is to buy a nice cup of tea at a beach-side cafe and watch the beautiful people strolling by. Which is exactly what Cat and her friend did in Ventnor one blustery summer's afternoon.

The Island's landscape is often called 'England in Miniature'. Maybe it is. But if so, it's a bit short on some things. Thank goodness, there are no nuclear power stations, no motorways, no slag-heaps and no international airports. And no pylons.

Or are there? Here's a game you can play to torment Island know-it-alls - ask them if there are any pylons on the island, and if so, where they are. Most will have no idea, as despite the size of the huge metal structures, for some reason they're not at all noticeable. Actually, there is just one set of pylons on the Island, running a short distance alongside the Medina and ending up near Wootton Common. Next to the big substation where this solitary branch of the National Grid comes to its terminus is the Medina Garden Centre and Butterfly World - and inside these attractions is the Hungry Caterpillar café.

Alas, following a spat with the council's planning department, the venue closed much to the disappointment of Cat and her colleagues.

Cat was reminded of this excellent eatery when she and Matt visited Cafe Maya in Bembridge. OK, so it's not Italian, it's not in Newport and it presumably has all the relevant paperwork to satisfy the council. But there was something about the fresh ingredients and scrubbed tables that took The Cat back about 15 years...

Matt and Cat entered one evening and enjoyed a civilised meal in very pleasant surroundings. The modern restaurant was clean and light in style. Details such as the unusual cutlery, the (slightly tired) hardbacked folding menus, and a free bowl of prawn crackers to start, show that the visitor experience has been carefully considered.

If you want to read what M and C thought of the old Cask and Taverners, click here.

Encouraged to revisit this vast rural pub by james wilson and Mr Rutelo, Matt and Cat packed up the Ordnance Survey map and headed to Godshill. Unlike their previous visit, the summer sun was shining down on Godshill's narrow-pavemented street and the smell of cooking drew them to the rebranded Taverners.

Godshill is an odd place. It's always been the haunt of tourists, often by the coach-load, who stop off briefly on the way to or from somewhere else - they use the toilets, buy a cream tea and a postcard, and move on. In the winter it can be a ghost-town. So Matt and Cat were intrigued by what they'd heard. Had The Taverners, a big Godshill pub, abandoned the idea of churning out cheap bland food in volume? Would it be as friendly as before and would Cat's meal have any vegetables?