The Footman

You're walking down Charles Street in Mayfair, and you push through the door of The Footman—and suddenly you're somewhere that feels like it's been here for actual centuries (it hasn't, but the bones are there). The wood panelling, the low ceilings, the sense that real people have had real conversations in these booths—it all lands. You get proper pub food done properly: think pies, fish and chips, the kind of thing you want when you want it. The cocktails are taken seriously without being show-offy about it. Yes, you're paying Mayfair prices, but it doesn't feel like you're being mugged off for the postcode.