Black & Blue

You're heading down to Borough Market on a Friday evening, weaving through the market stalls, and Black & Blue sits right there on Rochester Walk like it owns the place—because honestly, it kind of does. It's the sort of steakhouse that doesn't feel the need to shout about itself: dark wood, proper lighting that doesn't make you squint, the smell of beef hitting you as soon as you walk in. They take their beef seriously here, sourcing good cuts and cooking them to order without pretension. It's the kind of place where a banker sits next to a tourist and nobody's out of place, which is actually harder to pull off than it sounds.