Flat Iron Marylebone

You're walking down James Street in Marylebone, past the independent shops and proper old London feel, when you spot the stripped-back entrance of Flat Iron. Inside, it's all dark wood, dim lighting and the kind of casual sophistication that doesn't announce itself too loudly. The menu is refreshingly uncomplicated—they're fixated on doing one thing brilliantly: dry-aged steak cooked properly over charcoal. The sides are quality without fuss, the wine list actually makes sense, and the cocktails won't drain your bank account like they would round the corner in Mayfair. It's the sort of place locals return to because it just works.