"Trying to pry yourself away from Evi’s is like wading through the thick honey drizzled on top of your halloumi slab: almost impossible. Most people stumble into this East Dulwich spot as walk-ins—going full moth at the sight of flickering candles and perfect chips. In tucked-away, back booths, groups order gluggable Greek wine that threatens 9am meetings. And towards the front, where it’s still comfortingly cave-like, Tuesday gossip sessions are sponsored by life-affirming courgette fritters." - sinead cranna, jake missing, rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley
