Josephine is one art nouveau lampshade away from being Bouillon Chartier and when it comes to the service, this achingly French bistro has seemingly gone method. It’s borderline farcical and the likelihood of seeing a glass of wine before your mains arrive is minimal. But if you’re willing to romanticise the chaotic Chartier-esque nature of the service—and wave down a waistcoat-clad waiter with the confidence of hailing a cab in the midst of a torrential downpour—then you’re set for a truly fabulous evening. Much like its older Chelsea sœur, Josephine Bouchon, this gorgeous outpost in Marylebone’s monied, Aesop-scented village is a setting primed for light, fluffy chat and extensive wooing. Triple-digit dates unfold over buttery classics and the only thing more distracting than the perfect symmetry of the majority of the diners’ faces is the towering plateau de fruits de mer. Add a bottle of Loire rouge and four types of bread into the mix and it’s an inherently horny charmer that will do all the flirting for you. Lean into its stylish soirée atmosphere with a post-watershed booking, so that the room is already in full swing when you make your entrance.