I arrived in London in the summer of 2018, around the same time as the dating app Hinge. Having been unceremoniously dumped a year before, I’d gone through the classic late-20s crisis playbook and quit my job, upped sticks and moved to the other side of the world on a work and travel visa.
My first two months in this foreign city were marked by an absolute frenzy of dating, in which I tried to repair my broken heart, but more importantly, like the perennial sad case I was, figure out where all the good restaurants, venues and pubs were without having to do it alone.
