"They’re helping to save the planet while committing to never eating a kebab after their fourth pint, and you’re the dickhead who took them to a steakhouse called The Sad Moos last time you met up. Offer an apology in the form of dinner at Rovi. This Fitzrovia spot is the best of the Ottolenghi restaurants—a chef who should probably be awarded some kind of gold plated vegetable for how he can turn celeriac into one of the best things we’ve ever eaten. From beef carpaccio to onglet skewers, there’s always some meaty things on the menu, but really you want to get involved in everything else." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak