"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—think pig’s head croquettes and cappelletti—in Farringdon is the perfect place for your own Mr. Darcy meet cute." - rianne shlebak, jake missing, sinead cranna