Opened in 1984 and hidden away down a cobbled courtyard in Hatton Garden, the Bleeding Heart rapidly became a favourite for well-expensed reporters from the Daily Mail, Daily Express and The Sun. It was also close to Robert Maxwell's shabby Mirror building in Holborn Circus. Legend has it that the restaurant once attracted the old rogue himself.
Forget all the spiel about how it featured in Charles Dickens' Little Dorritt and traces its name back to a gory lovers' tiff in medieval times. The astonishing thing about the Bleeding Heart is how it has maintained its appeal when so many City restaurants have a lifespan shorter than that of most tabloid editors.
Rival eating haunts on the street of shame may have been transformed into Starbucks and juice bars, but the 'Bleeder' remains the City's only media restaurant - a lunching mainstay for City hacks, financial PROs and a loyal coterie of big cheeses.
Sure, chef Pascal Evans gives a nod to salad munchers, but the main appeal is to the Gallic, red-blooded carnivore. In a corporate world of videoconferencing and sandwiches at the desk, this is where the City still networks. And there are a lot worse ways of earning a living.
Where: Greville Street, London, EC1N 8SJ
Contact: 020 7242 8238
How much: Circa £26 for two courses