"The Palm is Tottenham’s answer to Spain. Stop laughing, there are croquettes present. Trust us when we say that everything from the foliage to the garlic prawns make for a compelling case that you’ve high-tailed it out of London. Sit under one of the outdoor heat lamps while enjoying some chips and saffron aioli and you might even convince yourself you’re getting a tan. Inside is perfect for a Sunday roast while watching the game—any—on the big screen, and the intimate covered terrace is the best place in the area for a date night over tapas. Watching the locals’ dogs beg for a bite of your fried chorizo is a definite perk. " - Heidi Lauth Beasley
