George

"The George is a decadent pub-restaurant in the middle of Fitzrovia. The upstairs dining room is a hideout for anyone looking for classy takes on scampi, steak, sausages and mash, and the like. And the downstairs pub has a similar but pared-back menu of properly done classics: a ploughman’s, fish and chips, and a gooey black pudding scotch egg. Come here after catching some moody courtroom drama and pretend you're Ralph Fiennes stewing over a pint and some pork scratchings." - jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna

"When we first approached The George, we did so with trepidation. It’s a posh pub, there’s a £35 portion of scampi and chips on the menu, and it’s right in the middle of Fitzrovia. Our internal Danny Dyer senses were tingling. Were we about to be mugged off? Not a chance. Upstairs at The George is, in fact, a little bit magnificent. Everything looks Farrow & Ball-ish and everything feels velvet. There’s foie gras and clotted cream mash on the menu, and the majority of the wine list is sourced from England. In fact, the whole thing feels like an interactive British gout experience. As for the knickerbocker glory for pudding? Well, that’s proper naughty." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak

"New-ish pubs usually lead more miss than hit, but The George is an excellent exception to the rule. There are no shiny metallic surfaces or confusing dining and drinking etiquettes at this spot in Fitzrovia. The Grade II-listed building has been beautifully restored—all deep browns and flashes of red carpet, as a pub should be. And you can even forgive their zanily branded pint glasses given that they pour quality beers. If you’re after an all-rounder of a West End pub—for friends, for family, for some good food perhaps—this is a good bet." - jake missing

"The George is a delicious and decadent take on a pub. The downstairs bar is Fitzrovia’s usual mix of slurring suits and those trying to ignore the slurring suits, while the upstairs is an OTT velvet boudoir of a dining room. The room gives off an energy that mixes the Tudors and the posh bit of the Titanic while the staff, who are friendly rather than fawning, will encourage you to order a sticky toffee Old Fashioned and British classics turned fancy like cottage pie croquettes. Indulgent? Yes. Silly? Certainly. The Sunday roasts? Very good." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, sinead cranna

"Fitzrovia might not seem like the natural location for a cosy Sunday roast, but The George brings exactly that energy (and crispy roasties) to the heart of central London. This tarted-up pub is popular for midweek pints but it’s also worth seeking out on a traditional day of rest. The upstairs dining room feels like the posh bit of the Titanic and eating a beef rump roast in here, perfectly pink and with lush bone marrow gravy, will make you feel like you’re in the upper echelons of society. And there are TVs downstairs if you want to lean into your spread with the football on." - jake missing, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley