The Twenty Two
If being greeted by approximately 78 waitstaff during your short journey from the front door to your table doesn’t make you feel like you’re kind of a big deal, we’re not sure anything will. While it’s nice to think they might have mistaken you for a (very) distant relative of Beyoncé, that’s just how The Twenty Two rolls. It's a white-tablecloth, British-Mediterranean restaurant on the ground floor of this Grosvenor Square hotel of the same name. With a lavish, Grade II-listed dining room that says it’s OK to get oysters, spend £19 on a bowl of cacio e pepe, and then order a buttery Dover sole, this is the perfect place to impress someone, celebrate that anniversary you definitely didn't forget, or even just to dramatically roll your eyes when your friend asks for ketchup with their chips.