"At 64 Goodge Street, you’ll take a tear of warm complimentary (yes, complimentary) bread, swipe up the remains of halibut with a luscious véronique sauce, and realise that this is one of the most impeccably mannered restaurants in London. The corridor-sized, dimly lit room in Fitzrovia knows its crowd—those who welcome food so rich it’s debaucherous, and duly delivers. A snail, bacon, and garlic bon bon here, a glass of crémant there." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, daisy meager, sinead cranna