"Late-night dates are overrated—you're tired, you can barely even see what they look like thanks to the candlelight, you've wasted a whole evening. This French restaurant on the corner of Bermondsey Street starts to fill up from 5pm with air-kissing old friends, or dates sharing perfectly pink boeuf en crôute across a red-and-white check tablecloth. Casse-Croûte is so charming it hurts, and the fact that you don't have to wait until 8pm to have a tender moment over a towering mille-feuille is even more swoon-worthy." - rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, jake missing
Aleksandra Boruch
