This tiny English outpost in the West Village has been going strong since 1991 and shows no sign of slowing down. The space is jam-packed with oilcloth-covered tables, mismatched teapots, and overflowing plates of classic British fare like bangers and mash, roast beef with Yorkshire pudding, shepherd’s pie and a three-tiered afternoon tea service featuring rustic finger sandwiches and scones with clotted cream (though, sadly, the dense jam-filled cakes have been replaced by pretty but non-traditional cupcakes). While waits can be long and service can be rushed – there’s a strict “no-lingering” policy enforced – it’s still a treat to cozy up in a corner with a pot of tea and some buttered crumpets on a rainy day.