BROOKS'S

Brooks's is the kind of place that feels like an elite club, and it kind of is—think members-only vibes with a side of historical charm. Milan calls it first class, and Emma’s had her share of parties there, clearly loving the ambiance. The food is surprisingly top-notch, with Christian raving about the smoked eel and Welsh rarebit.

But it's not all smooth sailing. Jay’s comment about pigeon-catching on the roof is a strange flex, and with everything being so traditional, there’s a risk of feeling out of place if you’re not part of the aristocracy. Brooks's is a unique experience, but if you're not ready to play by the exclusive rules, you might want to stick to your local pub.