Sir Terence (AKA Conran) converted The Boundary’s Victorian Shoreditch warehouse to the closest thing we’ve found to New-Yorker chic on our humble Isle. East London has all the luck. Set over three floors, you can hide in the basement restaurant or romance on the candlelit rooftop with sparkling views over the City. You can even book a room for later and romance her something rotten.
The food is French and a real hit with us ladies with tiger prawn raviolis and sea bass with sauté squid. Light but exquisite.
The pièce de résistance is surely the vistas from rooftop garden which is open all year round and now benefits from a weatherproof pergola to dine without fear of the British weather doing as we expect. Settle in for the day amongst their working kitchen garden, 100-year old olive trees and canopies of grape-producing vines. A taste of Provence comes to London.
