Which British dating spot actually deserves a second date invitation?

Nothing tests chemistry like sharing gravy in a low-beamed pub. If they don't fight you for the last roastie, are they even worth it?

Brutally unromantic, suspiciously affordable, and oddly revealing. Anyone who agrees to this is either a keeper or a red flag in human form.

Salty air, dodgy arcades and a 50/50 chance of your dinner being stolen mid-bite. Romance has never been so chaotic.

Nothing screams 'I have depth' like nodding at a Rothko. Bonus points if you both admit you have no clue what's going on.

Six hours of walking forces real conversation — or reveals they're the type who whinges about mud. Either way, you'll know.