Flying under the banner of the Langham Hotel, The Wigmore has carved out a niche for itself: a traditional tavern given luxury treatment. Set within a former banking hall in Oxford Circus, its vaulted ceiling splashed in high-gloss hunter green and fitted with an imposing globe light chandelier, The Wigmore wears that hat well.
But despite its pedigree as a Langham offshoot, The Wigmore manages to eschew all hotel stuffiness. Suited elbows rub shoulders with tourists as post-work punters huddle around the bar and linger at lamp-lit tables. Weave your way through to the back and you’ll find a compact dining room with just seven tables surrounded by bookshelves, equestrian paintings, and dark wood panelling.
It smacks of a country house drawing room, but the concise menu reads like a nostalgic gastropub fever dream. We shouldn’t be surprised - it’s under the watch of Michel Roux Jr.; a classically trained French chef with a comprehensive understanding of British appetites.
This is best reflected by the iconic Wigmore XXL stovetop toastie. Crisp, bronzed bread envelops a triumvirate of Montgomery cheddar, ogleshield and raclette, mingling with onions, pickles, and a bolshy smear of mustard. It costs £13.50 and it’s not revolutionary, but it’s over a foot in length, and does a simple job gloriously.
Elsewhere, Scotch eggs arrive atop raita and a punchy, beer-friendly masala dahl, cleverly exchanging breadcrumbs for an upstanding thatch of crispy vermicelli. Meanwhile, set amidst a shimmering jus with a smooth spoonful of buttery mash, slow-braised lamb shoulder is rich and pampered to the extreme. An ox tongue cheeseburger receives similar treatment, accompanied by golden Bloody Mary salted chips that are worth the trip alone.
Matched by serene and effortless service, The Wigmore initially seems more posh than pub. But given its central location, it’s surprisingly affordable. Pints hover around £7 and mains rarely exceed the £20 mark. Although a £19 burger might seem steep, a clever wine list with glasses starting below £8 and bottles from £34 keeps things accessible.
This isn’t a gastropub in the contemporary sense, there are no lime washed walls, reclaimed wood, or contrived attempts at faux-worn furniture. But as swanky gastropubs go, The Wigmore is more than worth its salt.