"“Dear Jackie” sounds like the beginning of an illicit letter from your best friend’s off-limits ex, which makes total sense for a hotel restaurant this sexy and dramatic. The Italian peacock sits on the ground floor of the Broadwick Soho and it’s one of the few places in London fabulous enough to constitute describing your veal cheek risotto-fuelled date night as a “rendezvous”. Even if you are a decade deep into sharing a bed." - jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, heidi lauth beasley