I've swooned over Love Tilly Devine before, but I had to put this up today because I just wanted to reiterate just how completely perfect this bar is.
They somehow manage to serve up Campari with ruby grapefruit juice all year round with a twirl of orange peel bobbing about, but the remainder of their menu shifts with the weather. We had the most simple and yet the most sublime tomato salad last night. The colours, the softest dollops of goats curd, the torn basil, salty olives and the crunchy nuggets of toasted bread. It. Was. The Greatest. Made all the better by a window seat.