People who know me know there's one thing I — an Italian in England — find absolutely puzzling about London's bar scene: the inability to sit and sip drinks outside at far too many of its establishments even on the hottest summer days. But who cares about finding the rare but vibey address that lets you enjoy yourself from golden hour until late at night when your garden is decked up to host the ultimate party? Not me, unsurprisingly.
Call me anxious (yes, I am that impatient), but I am not the only one to have noticed that spring has come early this year. As I type this, an unusually balmy, 15-degree, and sunshine-blessed Monday is gracing the British capital. And yes, everyone seems to be shopping for outdoor furniture that can transform their patio into a hard-to-leave hangout for design-discerning socialites already. How can I blame them?
