The best restaurants in Covent Garden

The Savoy Grill heaves with so much history that you might as well be eating your dinner inside a three part BBC documentary. The legendary central London hotel’s grand ground floor dining room is where at various moments throughout the 20th century, you’d find 1) Charlie Chaplin at his regular window-adjacent seat, 2) Noel Coward and Ivor Novello holding court in the middle of the room and 3) Maria Callas going about her affair with the fabulously wealthy Aristotle Onassis in plain view of other diners. Tres chic! 

Take the prime meaty cuts that everyone associates with a true-Brit chop house, rub them with Indo-Punjabi spices and subject them to the searing heat of a tandoor – that’s the deal at this close-packed, wood-panelled canteen with old photos on the walls. The food (small plates, of course) ticks all the new-nostalgic Indian boxes for us, but what we really love about TCH is the infectiously cheery service.   

Everybody’s heard of this Theatreland seafood restaurant: its name has been dropped by London’s high society since it was established – which was now so long ago that Sheekey’s is a name to drop in its own right. Spread across several wood-panelled rooms, Sheekey’s is a historic hidey-hole with a menu featuring all the fishy classics. A lot is comfort food at bling-bling prices, but for your money you get an unbeatable sideshow of luvvies, minor celebs and eccentric London types.

Every inch of this bijou fish restaurant has been put to good use – from the tiered service bar in the centre, to the carousel of coats on the ceiling. Fish arrives fresh off day boats, with specials – grilled sardines, say, or dover sole – scrawled on the tiled walls or mirrors. Adventurous diners shouldn’t miss a rummage through the snacks section of the menu.

To see and be seen in Covent Garden, a stool at the counter of this well-appointed corner site is a must. This is tapas the way they do them in Spain (Barcelona, to be precise). The surroundings are shiny (all mirrors and marble); the cooking is choreographed under your nose, with dishes passed over to you as they’re ready; and every bite is market fresh, admirably authentic and utterly delicious. There's another branch on Drury Lane, too. 

A true gem. With its counter dining and convivial buzz, here the dishes are plucked from Africa’s Barbary Coast – must-orders include the slow-braised, robata-grilled octopus and the oozing knafeh dessert. 

Henri is a Parisian-style bistro attached to Covent Garden’s Henrietta Hotel. It’s helmed by Jackson Boxer, a darling of the St John school of simplicity and chef behind Vauxhall’s much-loved and much-celebrated Brunswick House. But this isn't trad French cookery, but rather a place reels you in with cocktails named after Gallic culinary legends, then tickles you with something genuinely fun and different like fried pied de cochon (pig’s trotter) served with bier mustard; sour cream filled seaweed canelés topped with trout roe; or bavette steak numbing red szechuan peppercorns.

The NoMad’s revamped in-house restaurant is a high-octane tribute to the big, ballsy American brasserie. The space is stunning, complete with excessively high ceilings, balustrades and balconies, at once peak Studio 54 and the ideal date spot for Romeo and Juliet. Food is just as OTT; glossy lobster pasta, steak frites, and an entire martini menu. 

Helmed by Michelin-starred chef Richard Corrigan, everything about The Portrait is an oasis of unshowy opulence, giving you all the good stuff without any of the pomp and bluster. This balance of decadence and restraint sits at the heart of Corrigan’s exceedingly pleasing menu, which features the likes of artichoke smothered with crab, pig trotter ballotine, halibut with borlotti bean puree and impossibly tender lamb chops. Don't miss pudding and enjoy perhaps the best off-menu dish; the incredible skyline views of London. 

Story Cellar is the second restaurant by chef and restauranteur Tom Sellers. While his first venue, the two Michelin-starred Restaurant Story, focuses on modern British fine dining, Sellers’ charcoal-hued, marble-clad venue just off Seven Dials is inspired by the rotisseries and brasseries of Paris. Here you’ll find classics like spit-roasted whole chicken, steak with Bernaise sauce, buttered greens, slabs of seasonal terrine and brown sugar bruleé.

Ever since the original Covent Garden branch of this chain of Bombay-style Irani cafés jazz-handed on to the scene, subsequent Dishooms have been swiftly incorporated into Londoners’ little black books. That’s because this slick operation knows how to imbue everything it does with tongue-in-cheek fun. Expect bacon in a starring ‘roll’ at breakfast, snacky small plates with cheeky menu descriptions, ruby murrays that have never met a korma, and ‘pudding drinks’ such as a boozy chai version of affogato.

The Delaunay was Chris Corbin and Jeremy King’s 2012 follow-up to the Wolseley and, like that handsome behemoth, it looks like it’s been here for decades. The menu runs from breakfast to dinner, and there’s a dish of the day (goulash, say, or chicken curry), soups, salads and egg dishes, plus savouries (welsh and buck rarebits) and crustacea. Starters include steak tartare and smoked salmon plates; mains take in kedgeree and choucroute à l’Alsacienne. There’s also a good choice of sausages, served with potato salad, sauerkraut and caramelised onions. In short, there’s something for everyone, at prices that aren’t greedy given the setting, the quality of the service and the assuredness of the menu.

The hype surrounding its launch has long subsided, but this polished tribute to the ultimate French brasserie is still charged with dynamite je ne sais quoi from leisurely breakfast through to late-night nibbles. The menu features treat-yourself French fancies, from escargots sizzling in garlicky butter, to Dover sole meunière and towering rhubarb soufflé.

Bancone is a sleek Italian joint with a lengthy dining counter, an open kitchen and exceptionally good pasta. Chefs in the front window roll out pasta dough almost all day: putting on a show for people passing by, frantically cutting and shaping for those patiently waiting for their pasta inside. There are generally around eight plates of pasta on the menu, and half of them are usually suitable for veggies. Proper al dente pasta is slightly undercooked, and hard to get right, but the chefs here nailed it. In fact, all the pasta we tried was perfect: slightly chewy so it had a little bit of bite, but soft and silky so it held its sauce beautifully.

The unbreakable Angela Hartnett is known for her don’t-sweat-it demeanour – consequently, her high-end restaurants offer a more relaxed, intimate style of fine dining. This Covent Garden offshoot of her Murano brand is the most laidback yet. We’re not talking rock-up-in-your-flip-flops relaxed, more let’s-splash-out-on-a-posh-Italian-meal-without-feeling-talked-down-to. So dress up, then wallow in the no-gimmicks luxury that is truffle arancini, game lasagne and caramel panna cotta.

Over the top and audacious, but also completely delightful, this restaurant by ‘Masterchef: The Professionals’ finalist Adam Handling was awarded a Michelin star in 2022. Whatever you might think of the decor – there is some questionable art, notably the massive pop art portrait of Queen Elizabeth II – and the wild £195 a head price tag, Handling certainly has a vision. His ten-course tasting menu lasts about four hours and focusses on ‘no waste’ ingredients from around the British isles. 

Town is a truly grand room, a Ballardian boudoir in shiny, wipe-clean burgundy. Such a space-age aesthetic is perhaps at odds with Town’s menu, which is all about super seasonality, regenerative farming, and letting the produce speak for itself. In practice, this means that the food is deeply considered, but pretty low intervention - it’s less about cooking, and more about arranging lovely things on a plate. Come for wine-cured beef with candied walnuts, Welsh lobster layered with creamy sheets of lardo and side salads of tomato, nespoles (a kind of a fancy apricot) and elderflower.

Open since the 1940s, Mon Plaisir is one of London’s oldest French restaurants. And zut alors is it French – think Jacques Tati, necklace of onions, huff-on-a-Gauloises Gallic. Parisian street maps line the walls, and the pewter bar at the back was supposedly pilfered from an old Lyonnaise brothel – then there’s the excellent menu of escargots, duck breast and dauphinois to match.

Louie, named in honour of New Orleans native and jazz zaddy Louis Armstrong, is the only central London restaurant dedicated to serving southern-style plates. It’s a swish, camera-ready joint – Rihanna celebrated her birthday here not long ago – with a menu unfussed by the idea of keeping things traditional. An oyster po’boy is transmogrified into a saucy little eclair, and a main of beans and rice with meaty bbq shrimp comes with rice crackers rather than rice. Louie might not be the paragon of classic New Orleans cookery, but they’re more than happy doing things a little differently.

Crispy fried bugs, ants’ eggs, fermented sausages… welcome to London’s first Laotian restaurant, a funky blend of backpacker café and urban-chic eatery. You can go gung-ho and pretend you’re on ‘I’m A Celebrity…’ or settle for something more mainstream – perhaps chargrilled pork neck or a kickass deep-fried whole fish with larb, a ‘dry salad’ with toasted rice. Boring it ain’t.

The kind of seafood hangout you might find washed up on a trendy Cornish beach, the Oystermen’s catch comes with a side order of Covent Garden panache. Oysters are the main event, although the blackboards are scrawled with piscine delights galore – smoked cod’s roe, spicy deep-fried mussels and Devon crab. Lap up the breezy vibe and imagine you’re on hols.

This is a decadent joint for Covent Garden’s business crowd, complete with gold walls and pristine silk awnings. An offshoot of Westminster’s auspicious Cinnamon Club, it deals in imaginative fusions of East and West, with top honours going to the lamb rogan josh shepherd’s pie – a life-affirming mix of old-school British comfort and spicy Indian warmth.

Not including The Ivy on this list would be a snub akin to not getting a table at this constantly in-demand grandee. They've now branched out, with numerous outposts across the UK, but the original Ivy has remained above passing trends, preferring to serve deluxe versions of home cooking with a side of money-can’t-buy glamour. 

Small, brightly lit and minimal, this is not the place for a leisurely meal. But join the queue to get inside and you'll be rewarded with exceptional ramen. Pork bones are simmered for 18 hours to create the smooth, rich, seriously savoury tonkotsu broth – one of the best we’ve tried in London.

Nobody – bar the occasional vegan – has a bad word to say about this meat paradise. The cavernous subterranean space – all polished wood, ashen leather booths and acres of parquet flooring – is undeniably swanky, but priceless staff keep things refreshingly down to earth. The steaks are hands-down the best in town, but other dishes refuse to be outshone. The only decent thing to do in such circumstances is to stuff your face with as much as you can order.

Like its sister, Kitty Fisher’s, Cora Pearl is named after an English courtesan. Made to be in theatreland, this is exactly the kind of place you would like to dine quietly as a celebrity: all sumptuous upholstery, with languorous ceiling fans and drinks served in antique glasses. There are grown-up plates – veil, or fish stew, say – but don’t miss the snacks or the ace starters centred around toast.

Flat Iron are masters of the keenly priced steak; this was USP enough to start serious queueing outside the tiny Soho branches. The Covent Garden flagship is a different beast: it’s absolutely ma-hoo-sive, so your chances of waltzing in and being seated straightaway are real. Miraculously, those flat iron steaks are just £13, alongside more expensive specials. Extra bonuses – as if we needed more incentive – include a free salted-caramel ice cream cone on your way out. Y’know, just because.

This sibling to Soho’s Dehesa and Ember Yard has a lot going for it. Its setting in a former pub (the bar stylishly converted into an L-shaped counter) is cosily atmospheric, the food mixes the group’s signature Spanish-Italian small plates (stuffed courgette flowers; pork belly on rosemary-flecked cannellini beans; own-cured charcuterie) with flights of fancy such as scallops with apple-and-blackberry purée, and the whole outfit is low-key enough to cater to real Londoners as well as lucky tourists. Theatreland gold.

You might think you’d stumbled into a post-catwalk party during London Fashion Week, what with all the svelte glamour-pusses and sundry hangers-on mingling in this capacious marble-hued space. If you’ve come here to eat rather than pose, however, the food is excellent Italian fare, from chichi cicchetti and al dente pasta to grills and enticing specials.