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There’s nothing subtle about the wooing process at Josephine Bouchon, a French spot in Fulham. Heavy, red velvet curtains frame the doorway, hiding the dining room from view and teasing you before revealing a charming space—all dangling, low-level lanterns and breathy candle flames. But despite the white tablecloths and the feeling that someone could propose at any second, this isn’t a stuffy place. Champagne arrives with a bowl of moreish pork and duck scratchings, garlic splatters from excellent buttery frog legs to create a Jackson Pollock number on tablecloths, and waiters banter with you while whipping out a ruler to measure how much wine you’ve drunk. If Josephine was an actual person—and she is, she’s the founder's grandmother—her goal in life would be to make you fall completely and hopelessly in love with her. And she'd succeed every time.
photo credit: Josephine Bouchon
photo credit: Josephine Bouchon
photo credit: Josephine Bouchon
