"Crowds are scary, so it’s great news that a crowd wouldn’t actually fit in this tiny Clapton wine bar. Instead, it’s an open-door, open-bottle dinner party that centres around one single sharing table, excellent French-ish small plates, and stories about fizzy and funky—whether that’s of the wine variety or the name of your clog-clad neighbour’s Italian greyhounds will depend on the evening. It’s all very laissez-faire and nonchalant, just like you asking your fellow oyster glugger what they do for work." - heidi lauth beasley
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Mar 19