Bar Francine

Ditch your usual dinner rotation—Bar Francine is where West End’s wine geeks actually spend their evenings. A fiercely aesthetic, pescatarian powerhouse. Cosy. Eclectic. Unapologetically fast-paced. Diners with a palate for coastal brilliance consistently champion the bug dolmades and fries dunked in whipped mullet roe—pure umami served on charming antique plates. The kitchen flexes serious technique with dry-aged beetroot skewers and perfectly spiced tuna tartare. Thirsty? The floor staff pour superb regional juice, rotating stellar Tassie drops by the glass for the glou-glou crowd. It’s a high-energy dining room with strict 90-minute seatings on busy nights, but the sheer quality of their casarecce laced with stracciatella makes every single minute count. Do not skip the brûlée carrot cake.