Fischers

You're walking up one of London's most pleasant high streets, past the independent shops and decent coffee spots, when you spot Fischers tucked away with its warm amber glow. Inside, it's all dark wood, vintage Austrian charm and the kind of place where waiters actually know what they're doing. The menu reads like a love letter to Vienna—the schnitzel is properly thin and golden, the goulash tastes like someone's grandmother made it, and they take their strudel seriously enough that you'll want to come back just for pudding.