This is the epitome of London pubs reinvention. The profoundly unremarkable Royal Court Tavern was in 2008 re-imagined by two brothers that neighbours of dive pubs have come to be very grateful to: Tom and Ed Martin. This is the brothers’ sixth such rescue (also The Gun, The Empress of India, The Prince Arthur…), and the first to eschew the gastropub in favour of a Paris-style brasserie. Black leather and glass now dominate, with sliding doors separating the back bar from the serene dining area that’s bathed in light from its bay windows. Since it’s named after the original Mr Sloane, Sir Hans, the 18th-century authority on natural sciences, the walls are adorned with his botanical sketches. The kitchen delivers top-notch Anglo-French nosh designed by Neil Cooper, of Chez Bruce vintage, from breakfast through dinner – ladies who lunch favour the seasonal salads whilst gentlemen feast on 35-day-old Aberdeen Angus rib-eye. There’s also a pre-theatre menu for Royal Court thesps and an afternoon tea with Jing tea, Joseph Perrier champagne, or the house hot chocolate (in honour of Sir Hans’s invention of milk chocolate – indeed). Thus making three very necessary fathers of invention.