The Marquis Of Granby

You're on Rathbone Street, wedged between the media offices and design studios of Fitzrovia, and The Marquis Of Granby looks exactly like a pub should: dark wood, proper bar counter, zero pretension. Walk in and there's an immediate sense of ease—locals propping up the bar mid-week, groups clustered round tables on weekends, everyone seeming genuinely pleased to be there. The food lands somewhere between proper pub classics and things that actually taste like someone cared: decent pies, quality sausages, the kind of sides that don't feel like an afterthought. Ales rotate sensibly, and they don't charge you stupid money for a pint. It's the sort of place you end up visiting more often than you planned.