Casse-Croûte
French restaurant · Borough ·
Daily changing blackboard menu of classic French dishes
Daily changing blackboard menu of classic French dishes
"Put simply, Casse-Croûte is so charming it hurts. This is an old-school French restaurant where saying very ravishing things like “deux beaujolais, s’il vous plaît” and “stop hogging the bread basket, babe” just makes sense. It isn’t a super formal affair and we like it best for brave acts of spontaneous seduction. Float in for a gingham tablecloth and côte de boeuf fix, or capitalise on the picture-perfect whimsy of Bermondsey Street on one of the pavement tables." - jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, heidi lauth beasley
"On a corner of Bermondsey Street, this little French spot has red and white checked tablecloths, a blackboard menu with Garamond calligraphy, and a ceiling covered in flirty lipstick kiss-stamped business cards. In case the decor doesn’t give it away, this is somewhere for regaling and romancing. Tender moments shared over a towering mille-feuille and red wine anniversary kisses over a plate of saucisson and beaufort d’Alpage. You bring the person, Casse-Croûte will do the rest." - rianne shlebak, jake missing, sinead cranna
"Casse-Croûte is so charming it hurts. On a corner of Bermondsey Street, this little French spot is home to red and white check tablecloths, a blackboard menu with Garamond calligraphy, and inevitably, London’s highest concentration of Jean-Pierre Jeunet mega-fans. Every starter, main, and dessert has the capacity to knock you into a butter haze and although the menu changes daily, if the glorious double-decker mille-feuille is on, you definitely want to order it. Oh, and whether you’re swinging by for lunch or dinner, book ahead." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, daisy meager, sinead cranna
"There are a lot of things the French do better. Hats, for one, also, stripes. Free bread at charming bistros that make you feel chic by association is another. At Casse-Croûte, a red and white check tablecloth spot on Bermondsey Street, a wicker basket of slap-dash baguette slices are delivered while you’re still mid-air kiss. They’re so fresh and fluffy that you should absolutely rip hunks off straight away, but also save some for efficient plate-cleaning later." - jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna
"This one goes out to anyone who refuses to dress for the weather. One day, scientists will study you—a flimsy, flapping shirt under a microscope—but for now we suggest spending your evening reclining on the red leather banquette seating in Casse-Croûte. At the charming French restaurant on a corner of Bermondsey Street, the blackboard is a one-way ticket to an imaginary destination we like to call Butter Chaud. Expect classics loaded with cream, comté, and other gloriously satisfying things that will stop your teeth chattering. Yes, even if it’s eight degrees and you’ve made the sensational choice to wear denim cut-offs." - heidi lauth beasley, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna
