"If it weren’t for the sheer volume of diners wearing oversized, frilly, gingham scrunchies, eating at Cloth would make you feel like an eligible singleton in a Jane Austen novel. Candlelight flickers against antique-looking paintings of horses and pheasants, bottles of riesling are broken out, and low ceilings and wood panelling create a warm, cocooning effect. This charming, European small plates spot in Farringdon is the perfect date night spot for your own wet shirt Mr. Darcy meet cute. Just know that you might need a phone torch to read the menu and see the dainty portions of cappelletti in front of you. " - rianne shlebak, jake missing, sinead cranna