"Long long ago, in a time before your phone developed the ability to tell you that you should probably get a life and stop looking at it, the bar at The French (as it’s known to its Soho regulars) was serving booze to arty sorts and fuelling deep and meaningfuls. The no-screens rule will also force you to abandon your iComfortBlanket and split a bottle with the person you’ve just met, who will definitely be the love of your life (for the next four hours, at least)." - heidi lauth beasley