American Bar at The Stafford Kempinski

Exemplary dry martinis served with copious complimentary savouries are one reason to head for this eccentric & effortlessly classy bar; discreet service from a dedicated brigade of all-French staff (under the stewardship of Benoit Provost) is another. Factor in some fascinating historical details (the French Resistance holed up here during WWII) & deeply idiosyncratic decor (all manner of knick-knacks & portraits gifted by the hotel’s fans ranging from Maggie Thatcher to Dolly Parton), & the place has plenty going for it. Expect to pay upwards of £15 for Gibson, gimlet, grasshopper or just about any classic snifter you can mention, but with its postcard-cute mews terrace & a line-up of desirable grub (tartares, rarebits, Reuben sandwich, roasts & nanny-knows-best puds), the American is peerless, priceless & nigh-on perfect.