"Trying to pry yourself away from Evi’s is like wading through the thick honey drizzled on top of your halloumi slab: almost impossible. You can book a table, but most people stumble into this East Dulwich spot—going full moth at the sight of flickering candles and perfect chips. In tucked-away, back booths, groups order gluggable Greek wine, and towards the front, where it’s slightly lighter but still comfortingly cave-like, laid-back (read: last-minute) Tuesday date nights are sponsored by life-affirming courgette fritters." - jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, heidi lauth beasley
