After 350yrs of unbelievably never getting a panto named after it, Chelsea's Goat in Boots pub has had everything from its name on up refurbed, transforming it into a sleek booze-infused diner. The space has three floors (hey, nobody's perfect), w/ a resto downstairs, a private dining room in the basement, and a cocktail bar upstairs. The whole place has an industrial-meets-vintage feel, w/ original cast iron fittings & "touches of glamour" that they likely blue their budget on. The food mostly comes off their charcoal grill, and includes the likes of this veggie-aided, way-too-sexy-to-be-celibate monkfish, or a hefty hanger steak w/ balsamico. They're also firing up a pizza oven, putting out crusty action like this San Daniele/ burrata/ pesto number, or a disc topped w/ homemade bresaola & truﬄe. The cocktail bar boasts a long list of classics -- not having this Santa Fe (w/ mezcal, pineapple & peach bitters) would be a total drag, and is the Little Tokyo made with gin, plum wine, and powdered plum? Oh yes it is!