Golden Eagle

You'll find yourself on one of Marylebone's quieter stretches, pushing through the door of what looks like it could be any other London boozer from the outside. Inside, though, there's something distinctly Italian about the Golden Eagle—it's all warm wood, convivial noise, and the kind of place where regulars have their own spots at the bar. The food leans into Italian classics done without fuss, and the drinks list knows what it's doing. It's the sort of pub that feels like a secret even though it's been doing its thing for years, packed with the kind of people who actually live in W1 rather than pass through it.