"Fire hazard status: rising in tandem with your ‘turbo piss’ consumption We all know that the sexiest candles are the ones wedged into biodynamic wine bottles with drippy little wax skirts. Dan’s, a charming Dalston spot, laughs in the face of sad little tealights. Instead, the salvaged, wooden sharing table is full of friends clinking glasses described on the menu as ‘turbo piss’, while mainlining tartare and crisps and revelling in the fact that it’s too dark to see anyone’s red wine lips. Nights here feel like popping over to a friend’s dinner party— the friend with a Le Labo and small plate habit." - heidi lauth beasley, sinead cranna