Bunga Bunga

The name is a tongue-in-cheek reference to the now-notorious romps reportedly favoured by former Italian prime minister Silvio Berlusconi. As such, this ‘Englishman’s Italian bar, pizzeria and karaoke’ has proved an instant hit with the Made in Chelsea posse and sundry partying royals. Festooned in retro souvenir tat, it’s a lurid send-up of package holidays circa 1970. ‘Gondoliers’ punt ‘aperitivo-hour’ classics and interesting novelties such as the surprisingly plausible prosciutto e melone – a canteloupe Collins built on Parma ham-infused vodka. Spirits by the bottle are the thing in the Eurovision-themed party lounge upstairs, while Sicilian house vino by the carafe is the tipple of choice to go with cured meats, bruschetti and wafer-thin crust pizzas that are better than daft names such as Julius Cheeser imply. To complete the offering, the top-floor ‘L’Osservatorio’, available for private hire, comes with telescopes for star-gazing – or indulging in some bunga-bunga voyeurism…