There are some eating places from which one should resolve to without end forfeit one’s coronary heart (and cash) the second one first steps over the edge. For me, Bistro Freddie is certainly one of them. It’s all lengthy candles and white tablecloths, with a nicotine-cream paint job and an open, inviting eating room. Its by-the-glass pink is a bistro-style Syrah, flippantly chilled, as is customary in these ninth arrondissement/Shoreditch-type locations. Right here, nevertheless, as a substitute of shopping for it by the bottle, reusable vessels are refilled from a keg. Wine director Alexandra Value reckons they save round 100 bottles a month, plus the labels change into more and more crimson from the fixed refilling, which is, ostensibly, a part of the allure. £7.50 a glass