Dukes

Practically hidden down a barely existent alleyway between St James's Street and Green Park. And that’s how they like it here.

Hushed, discreet, cosy and ever-so-English – yet by no means sombre, stuffy or stuck-up. How could anyone remain sombre, stuffy or stuck-up after a martini perfectly prepared by Alessandro Palazzi in one of the greatest bars on the face of the earth?

Supposedly where Ian Fleming first envisioned James Bond. So of course you will need to order the signature martini. '‘Shaken, not stirred” people.

The basement restaurant Thirty-Six is delightful too. And finish the night off in the Cognac and Cigar garden.

Legendary.