Michelin-starred Pied à Terre has transformed its underused first-floor space into a much-needed destination lounge bar. Here, agreeably unclenched service, sharp 1950s-style decor, creative canapés and a Dansette stacked with classic vinyl create a ‘little room’ worth considering. As do the fine cocktails, incorporating signatures such as lemon verbena-infused Gin Sling, and the kelp-infused Isle of Harris dry Martini (Hebridean heaven). Alternatively, for a change from ubiquitous Negronis, try the Alfred (dark rum, Cointreau, cherry and Amaretto). Witty presentation, occasionally to the point of arch – radishes planted in a terracotta pot filled with tapenade ‘soil’ – provides a talking point. The wine list is a tome to reckon with, too. Delectable snacks include perfect grilled octopus with spicy-sweet red pepper and cucumber flowers, and addictive beef tartare in edible straws, but we were less smitten with the surreal Dalí-esque red lips confected of white chocolate filled with creamy, strangely piscine fondant.