"For anyone with a dormant inner Don Draper, consider 64 Goodge Street a luxurious trigger. The lights are low, the martini is one of the most crisp in London, and their modus operandi is serving brazenly rich French food. You no longer need to worship at the altar of a colour-coded Smythson to secure a date with this Fitzrovia spot’s snail bon bons. Same-week 6pm or martini-primed 8pm reservations aren’t too tricky to come by." - rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley, sinead cranna