The Phoenix

Lively Vibes and Impeccable Service Delight!

My recent venture into the enticingly refurbished The Phoenix was nothing short of a joy-filled afternoon, tucked away from the bustling chaos of nearby Oxford Street. The first greeting, generously flavored with friendliness, came from none other than Angie — a powerhouse of energy if ever there was one. It’s rare to find someone who can lift your spirits almost as well as the expertly mixed espresso martini she whisked together behind the bar; joy in cocktail form. Staff like Angie and her upbeat crew set a welcoming tone that instantly assured me of delightful times ahead. And just to add a dose of old-school pub charm, Fardeen served up pints with infectious cheerfulness, baking hospitality right into this quaint nook of central London.

When it comes to the succulent palate pleasures on offer, the O.G. Burger vanquished any lingering skepticism I harbored about pub kitchens. Partnering it with a side of fish and chips brought joy comparable to disco yoga zealots finding zen amidst glittery boas and shimmery tights. Indeed, the musical offerings downstairs grant quite an ambience; 80s nostalgia via themed dance nights masterfully bridges frivolity and feverish fun. For all its marvelous quirks and occasional shrugged-off price grips, it holds quintessential respite from your average jaunt down Cavendish Square. The establishment gleams not just from its polished decor but from the genuine camaraderie swirling amongst both staff and patrons alike—a real boon in an age of transactional city living. — Milo Tastemaker