Dear Jackie

You're heading down the stairs at 20 Broadwick Street into something that feels properly lived-in—the kind of place where they've thought about every detail without making a fuss about it. Dear Jackie sits below street level in this Soho corner, and there's an ease to how it all comes together: Italian cooking that respects tradition but isn't trapped by it, and a drinks programme that takes itself seriously without the pretension. The room has that warm basement energy where conversations get louder and the night feels like it's only just begun. This isn't fine dining theatre—it's the sort of spot you'd take someone you actually want to spend time with.