Quo Vadis

"Quo Vadis, the historic oyster-wielding institution and members’ club on Dean Street, is so distinctly old-school Soho that you feel like Jeffrey Bernard will walk in for the famed smoked eel sandwich at any second. The tower of profiteroles au chocolat is one of the best sugar hits within the M25, the shade of the never-want-to-leave banquettes is forever imprinted in our minds as ‘QV red’, and we challenge you to not break into a smile while admiring the illustrations on the menu of expert British classics. The pie, the martinis, the smooth as the terrine service—QV will make you forget about every time you’ve ever felt personally victimised by a teenager on a Lime scooter." - daisy meager, jake missing, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, heidi lauth beasley, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, jake missing, jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, sinead cranna, jake

"It doesn’t get more Soho classic than Quo Vadis. A few glasses of wine, their smoked eel sandwich, a little eavesdropping. Sign us up any day, any week, and any lifetime. Plus their outside seating, a mixture of boothy type things and tables on Dean Street, is great." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak

"As far as Soho institutions go, it doesn’t get much more classic than Quo Vadis. It’s a great spot to escape the chaos of the street outside, and to eat excellent British food in a highly British environment. The service and food are exceptional, and you’ll be reminded of how good a simple soup or roast can be. We like to pay it a visit for an upmarket lunch from time to time, and it’s worth dropping in for the legendary smoked eel sandwich, sticky toffee pudding, and a martini." - jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, daisy meager

"You can’t just be a restaurant with a ‘mood’. Because having a ‘mood’ is indefinable and unattainable, unless you’ve just got it. Quo Vadis has, and always will have it. We have never left this legendary Soho restaurant less than merry thanks to a martini or a Negroni or three, and a meal that has never not involved their pomme frites. Thin ones, fat ones, with two pots of ketchup and mayo, and a nap on the bus home. This British spot is as good as everyone says." - jake missing, sinead cranna

"Show us a map of Soho and with muscle memory we can point out this Jeremy Lee (MBE super-chef) institution, mentally marked with a pin in the shape of a frosty, crisp martini. It’s an all-out charm offensive, with crimson banquettes, John Broadley sketches dotted around the dining room and on the British menu, and core memories blurred by clinking glasses of Sancerre cuvée. Several London dish icons exist here—the smoked eel sandwich, QV’s never-miss pie of the day, and the glossy, bulbous profiteroles. Pose, linger, and order them all." - jake missing, heidi lauth beasley, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, daisy meager