The Met Bar at the Metropolitan Hotel

London's original ‘it’ bar and, of an evening, the go to pick up joint even now for the out of town elite (or expense account business types rolling in from Nobu upstairs). They've got a door policy, but these days it seems to extend as far as checking whether you can pick up a tab stretching into the hundreds for premium cocktails and sold up bottles of champagne.

A small space with a handful of deep red leather banquettes, an impressively long bar and a tiny dancefloor for the tiny models and their beaus who occupy it nightly. There's little to no design to speak of other than lacquerwork walls and a couple of generic chinoiserie frills.

My friends and I went to the Met Bar a few Wednesdays ago for my birthday, and even though I wasn't a member I called up in advance and they arranged a guest list for me (after asking me a few questions). I can safely say it's still the place to see and be seen! The music was amazing and the cocktails were delicious although I have to say they weren't cheap, but they were pretty strong! The service was excellent and the best part was we were sharing the bar with Jaime Winstone, Alfie Allen, Henry Holland and loads of other cool London faces. Anyone who thinks the Met Bar has ahd its day is definitely wrong – it's still as celeb-filled as ever!