Bobby's Bar

Set in a gleaming brass, pre-Revolution Russian railway carriage compartment with a backgammon board as its floor (think Heath Robinson meets David Collins), Bob Bob Ricard’s basement bar is an idiosyncratic charmer – so long as you avoid the scarlet leather flip-seats, which are among the most uncomfortable in London by some margin. Quaff signature pink rhubarb G&Ts, berry & almond martinis or lemon sherbet punch (rum, pineapple & lemon juices, elderflower cordial & limoncello) for around £8.50 a pop; otherwise order Iranian caviar & sour cream blinis with icy Russian vodka at distinctly comradely prices. Wines run from currently fashionable Picpoul de Pinet from the Languedoc (£25.50) to grands crus at 10 times that. The bar is slightly off the mainstream radar, which is good news for the supermodels & other beautiful people who tend to congregate here.