littlefrench

You'll find this tiny bistro tucked into a Victorian terrace on North View, where the scent of garlic and herbs hits you before you've even pushed through the door. The dining room feels like someone's converted front room – mismatched chairs, wine bottles lining the windowsills, and barely enough space to swing a baguette. The menu reads like a love letter to French comfort food, executed with the kind of care that makes you wonder why you ever bother cooking at home. This isn't flashy fine dining – it's the sort of place where regulars book the same table every Friday and the staff remember how you like your steak. Perfect for when you want to feel like you've stumbled into a proper Parisian neighbourhood joint, minus the Eurostar fare.