"We also like to lovingly think of this dad as ‘fucking impossible to buy for’. Before you contemplate a loan to stretch for a pocket-square from Hermes, hit up Launceston Place instead. Lovely, lovely Launceston Place. We challenge anyone to come here and not consider hiding under your white cloth table in the hopes that they won’t notice you and you can just live in this quiet corner of Kensington forever. Our favourite thing about this place is that despite serving things like pigeon with blackberry jus and duck liver parfait, it doesn’t take itself too seriously. Case in point: the miniature Henry hoovers the suited servers use to clear the crumbs from your table between courses, and the confit potatoes that arrive in mini shopping trolleys. Basically, it’ll make even the most high-end of fathers smile whilst still feeling special. They still have several bookings available for Sunday, but you can also opt for a gift card if you want to head here with your chic dad in the future." - heidi lauth beasley
