It’s a kind of magic every time at Sweetings, right in the heart of London’s financial district.
The atmosphere is unapologetically old-school: polished wooden counters, high-ceilinged Edwardian interiors, and a timeless charm. There are no reservations — instead, a lively waiting circle forms in the middle of the restaurant. Yet as the waiters arrive with pints of Guinness and crisp Sancerre, the pause becomes part of the ritual… a kind of magic.
