The French House

You're squeezing into one of Soho's tightest, most intoxicating corners—literally. The French House is a vertical drinking den where personal space is a luxury and conversation with strangers is mandatory. Creaky wooden floors, faded gilt mirrors, and a bar so narrow you'll shoulder-check everyone ordering. The real magic happens when you're wedged between a retired actor, a gallery owner, and someone who claims to have known everyone interesting in 1970s London. Decent wines, proper Pernod if you're channelling your inner bohemian, and surprisingly good pub food that doesn't pretend to be anything other than solid.