Just off Kensington Church Street there is a little restaurant called Maggie Jones’s. It looks quite unasuming from the outside with navy paint work and flowers on the window sills but inside is a rustic haven. This higgledy piggledy restaurant is impossibly romantic with a warmth that you rarely get from modern restaurants.

Inside you are shown to your seat by charming waiters to either one of their little table booths or a parisian style wooden table. The delicious French- inspired menu is hand-written on a blackboard and propped next to your table for you to scout through the freshly sourced produce.

Bunches of  lavender hang from the ceiling and wonderful French and European memorabilia decorate the walls. It feels like you are in a French brasserie, and the food is gorgeous. There is also a huge table in the middle of the upstairs that would be so welcoming for a birthday or celebratory party. This is  place to go with loved ones and friends; it murmurs with conversation and dances with candlelight – my new favourite restaurant!

Images courtesy of Maggie Jones’s