"Late-night dates are overrated—you're tired and you can barely even see what they look like thanks to the candlelight. 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, heidi lauth beasley