Balcon is a room that reeks of civlisation. You can’t imagine faces getting redder and the night unfolding into a sudden tug of hair and screeching (unlike close neighbour TigerTiger). Described by my guest as ‘just like the Wolsely but easier to think’, a gentle brunch unfolded before us. We didn’t quite understand the champagne station with fridges above (reached by stairs not made for imbibers). However perhaps it needs revisiting on a Friday evening. If you had a glamorous godmother, this would be the ideal place to suggest for a tête à tête. @ailana