Bleeding Heart Restaurant

Ooh La La...

Knowing my penchant for Tudor History, Paris and all things heart shaped, my boyfriend took me and my glittery shoes to dinner at Bleeding Heart in Hatton Cross.

There is a restaurant, a bistro, a tavern and a crypt (where King Henry VIII and Queen Catherine of Aragon held their three day wedding feast) all spread over a secluded cobbled courtyard – the same courtyard where the murder of Lady Hatton took place in 1626; Her jealous lover left her body lying in this courtyard, "torn limb from limb with her heart still pumping blood into the cobblestones...” Hungry?!

Jack, or in this case, Jacques, chose this particular location to give me a beautiful, Topaz ring (found in an auction by our friend Charlie Goode, of Goode and Son.)

Given that The Times voted Bleeding Heart as London’s most romantic restaurant and one of my girlfriends was recently proposed to here, so there could be no misunderstanding as to the ring’s purpose (can you imagine?!) upon presenting me with the aforementioned sparkler, Jacques loudly and slowly accompanied his gift with “THIS.. IS.. FOR.. OUR.. ONE.. YEAR.. ANNI.. VER.. SARY..”

With such clear instruction and stage projection our nearby neighbours will more than likely have assumed I was deaf or foreign.

“MER…CI… JACQUES... I... LOVES... IT!” ;)