"When we first approached The George, we did so with trepidation. It’s a posh pub, there’s a £35 portion of scampi and chips on the menu, and it’s right in the middle of Fitzrovia. Our internal Danny Dyer senses were tingling. Were we about to be mugged off? Not a chance. Upstairs at The George is, in fact, a little bit magnificent. Everything looks Farrow & Ball-ish and everything feels velvet. There’s foie gras and clotted cream mash on the menu, and the majority of the wine list is sourced from England. In fact, the whole thing feels like an interactive British gout experience. As for the knickerbocker glory for pudding? Well, that’s proper naughty." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak