Tucked away behind the glamorous swirl of Claridge’s, The Fumoir is one of London’s most elegant secrets - an intimate, art deco hideaway where cocktails and conversation are treated as high art. Open daily from midday until late, it’s the kind of place where every visit feels like a special occasion - whether it’s a quiet lunch, a pre-theatre toast, or a late-night martini that lingers into the early hours.
Originally opened in 1929, The Fumoir has long been a retreat for those in the know, its low-lit glamour and mirrored walls giving the impression of a private members’ club, without the membership. Soft jazz hums in the background, William Klein portraits add moody allure, and the bartenders mix a mean vodka martini or signature Fumoir Negroni, served ice-cold in the bar’s iconic glassware.
It’s not just the drinks that impress. The food menu elevates comfort classics with Claridge’s finesse. Begin with caviar blinis or the legendary Claridge’s fried chicken paired with lime chipotle yoghurt. A smoked salmon rillette or beef tartare with Oscietra caviar makes for a refined first course, while mains such as Scottish salmon with fennel and cranberry, or baby chicken with spiced yoghurt and couscous, strike a balance between rich flavours and light presentation.
For those who prefer something heartier, the lobster rigatoni is a showstopper, bathed in lobster bisque and brightened with datterini tomatoes. Finish with a crisp mille-feuille layered with vanilla and caramel, or a mandarin pavlova that’s as fresh as it is theatrical.
With its sultry lighting, impeccable service, and timeless sense of occasion, The Fumoir is one of the capital’s most atmospheric spots for a celebration. It’s intimate enough for a romantic date, refined enough for a birthday toast, and stylish enough to impress out-of-town guests. In a city full of bars trying too hard, The Fumoir whispers its luxury - and that’s what makes it unforgettable.