Maoz

You're on Old Compton Street in Soho, and you've got about five minutes before your next thing, so you slip into Maoz. The space is compact and straightforward—all crisp lines and no faffing about—which is exactly the point. You build your own wrap or salad from a proper spread of charred vegetables, hummus that hasn't been sitting under heat lamps, and falafel that's been fried fresh. The formula's been working since the 1980s across Israel and Europe, and London's finally cottoned on. It's the kind of place that respects your time and your taste buds equally.