French restaurant with rich food, low lights, and great hospitality
"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
"French food has a way of feeling fancy. At 64 Goodge Street, you’ll take a tear of warm complimentary bread, swipe the remains of scallops with a luscious beurre blanc sauce, and realise that this is some of the finest French food 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." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak
"Somewhere between sitting down at 64 Goodge Street, taking a tear of warm complimentary (yes, complimentary) bread, and swiping up the remains of scallops with a luscious beurre blanc sauce, you’ll realise that this is some of the finest French food in London. The corridor-sized, dimly lit room knows its crowd (those who welcome food so rich it’s debaucherous) and duly delivers. Every bite and sip is like being welcomed into heaven by a block of beurre d'Isigny with wings." - sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley, jake missing
"French in spirit but more old-school in essence, 64 Goodge Street is one of those restaurants that knows good hospitality. So it’s no wonder that shortly after an amuse-bouche, a basket of sourdough and brioche will appear wordlessly on your table. The choice is particularly classy. Sure, you’re in Fitzrovia. But it’s the sign of people who know their bread. A sourdough won’t do for mopping up beurre blanc, but the dinky brioche roll certainly will." - jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna
"For anyone with a dormant inner Don Draper, consider 64 Goodge Street a luxurious trigger. The lights are low, the martini is one of the most crisp in London, and their modus operandi is serving brazenly rich French food. You no longer need to worship at the altar of a colour-coded Smythson to secure a date with this Fitzrovia spot’s snail bon bons. Same-week 6pm or martini-primed 8pm reservations aren’t too tricky to come by." - rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley, sinead cranna