I had the good fortune of heading to Heirloom in Crouch End for a cheeky midweek date night with himself. We weren’t prepared for such a festival of plated inspiration. Our induction to the magic was making our entrance: you don’t walk in to Heirloom, you enter, through huge velvet curtains that enshroud the door. The lighting is darkly seductive, the interiors eclectic, shabby, period inspired. Once seated, the charming Nathalie brought us water and the menu, which changes weekly.