Le Bab

You'll climb the stairs above Carnaby Street—that chaotic strip you've probably avoided for years—and suddenly you're somewhere that actually feels like it's got its act together. Le Bab does the whole mezze spread properly: charred lamb, buttery hummus, bright salads that don't taste like an afterthought. The real pull is their kebabs, which come wrapped in proper flatbread rather than drowning in sauce. It's the kind of place where you can tell they've thought about every component, not just thrown things together. The room's got this buzzy-but-not-try-hard energy, and for what you're getting, the prices don't feel ridiculous.