Zahter

You're walking past the Carnaby Street tourist trap nonsense and ducking into Zahter, where the smell of charcoal and za'atar hits you immediately. It's the kind of place that takes its Turkish heritage seriously without being pompous about it—all bare brick, proper lighting, and a vibe that somehow feels both neighbourhood-local and deliberately designed. The menu's split between cold and hot mezze, but you're really here for the wood-fired grills: lamb chops, chicken, kofte that crumble exactly right. Fair warning though: it gets rammed, especially weekends, and the bill adds up quickly when you're ordering the good stuff.