"We have a T-rex-sized bone to pick with Scarfes Bar—why did you have to go and ruin all other London bars for us? There’s some flirty fairy dust in the air at Rosewood London’s bar that’s even more intoxicating than their obscenely sexy sour umeshu take on a Boulevardier. The walls are adorned with cheeky artworks by legendary satirical cartoonist Gerard Scarfe, there’s a roaring fireplace, and the suited servers sing along with the live band without ever teetering into cringe. If there’s a queue out front of the Holborn spot, join it. Any wait is worth it." - heidi lauth beasley