"Fire hazard status: grab your extinguisher, babe. It’s inevitable Long before every bar with a pinot on its menu discovered Earl Of East, Gordon’s was making flirting by open flames sexy. This clandestine open secret on the Strand has maintained its original Dickens decor and hypnotic scent of Cologne de Crypt for more than 130 years, which last time we checked, is significantly longer than the burn time of even the most obnoxiously large Yankee candle. Between the Bordeaux-forward bottles, hearty cheeseboards, and low vaulted ceilings in the cave area, Gordon’s always delivers on romance and memorable nights dripping in Victoriana nostalgia." - heidi lauth beasley, sinead cranna