"You might not expect to find dancing candlesticks and white tablecloths on a corner in between Great Eastern Street and a WeWork, but that’s exactly where Bistro Freddie is. This little corner restaurant is the kind of place where early lunches turn into late afternoons, and prawn cocktails are happily followed by gloriously sloppy chicken and tarragon pies. There are plenty of crossed legs and chic manicures and, though it feels like a wannabe Parisian bistro, this is a London restaurant you can imagine bringing almost anyone to. Be it friends, family, lovers, colleagues, or a confusing mixture of all four." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, daisy meager