"“I’ll have the pie” really rolls off the tongue when you’re in an era that is defined by the fact that you’ve named your electric blanket. Give ‘Leccy Lucy’ the night off with a trip to Quo Vadis, a British restaurant that’s all crimson banquettes, Soho spirit, and suet crust. This bolthole of bliss practically has a PhD in the honourable art of slurpable stock and thanks to the glacial martinis and gossip-primed setting, it’s also worthy of winter’s landmark moment—debuting your new big coat." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak