"One day, not far from now, there’ll be a (wholly incorrect) Telegraph think-piece that tracks the demise of millennials’ mortgage aspirations to the day that 40 Maltby Street opened its doors. The daddy of all London archway wine bars, this effortless Bermondsey charmer has set the bar for cavernous, vino-soaked nights that centre around nibbling terrine and flirting in period film lighting. The menu changes regularly but know that your chances of spotting ‘rillettes’, ‘pickled sardines’, and ‘lovage’ on the handwritten blackboard are high." - heidi lauth beasley