Goodbye Horses

Walking into Goodbye Horses feels like stepping into the home of someone with impeccable taste who somehow makes it all look effortless. Nestled in an Islington townhouse, this wine bar has hand-painted curtains, vinyl records stacked by the door, and a solid oak counter where guests gather to swirl glasses stamped with the venue’s distinctive horse and moon logo. Everything is carefully considered yet manages to feel spontaneous, like a dinner party that came together at the last minute.

The modern European small plates here are as photogenic as they are delicious. The oxtail ragout with broken rice stands out as a must-order—light yet deeply flavourful with nutty grains and crispy bits of braised meat scattered throughout. The cheese toastie deserves special mention too: a griddled, pinstriped beauty with stretchy, tangy cheese elevated by an unexpected leek pickle. The beef tartare arrives adorned with edible flowers and sourdough croutons that add both crunch and visual appeal.

The atmosphere is relaxed and convivial, with staff who genuinely enjoy chatting about star signs, converting sceptics to natural wine, and curating the perfect soundtrack from the record player. Your neighbours might be solo diners perched at the counter or small groups sharing plates across the communal table, all dressed in that effortlessly crinkled linen aesthetic that seems mandatory in this postcode.

This is the kind of spot you bring someone you want to impress without trying too hard—ideal for a second or third date, or catching up with friends who appreciate both good wine and the art of grazing. Skip the eggs if you’re not ravenous, but don’t leave without trying that ragout.