Across the courtyard from its larger sibling Camino, this boxy bodega is so persuasively styled, you’d swear you’d landed in Cádiz not King’s Cross. Elegant sherries are the thing here, and Pepito has helped overturn the common perception that this fortified wine is only fit only for vicars and maiden aunts. If you don’t know your Manzanilla from your Moscatel, Jerez’s finest come in flights of three and as part of a ‘road trip’ – an eight-dish tapas menu with suitable pairings: try wafer-thin hams off the bone with a dry Oloroso Alfonso or blue cheese croquetas alongside a Palo Cortado Apostoles. Friendly staff ensure you won’t go wrong, but if you want to go it alone, the menu's failsafe advice runs thus: ‘If it swims, drink Fino. If it flies, drink Amontillado. If it walks or runs, drink Oloroso.’ Gutsy Iberian wines too.