Shimmy down to this wildly opulent Anglo-Russian brasserie to chug on champagne with hot young things and media types – there’s a button to ring for refills so no need to worry about running out. Not in the mood for champers? Never fear, it must be a tasting platter and vodka shots your after – that’s the Russian influence kicking in. Decked out like a the dining car of the orient express, expect to dine in style, sunk into gilt-edged cyan blue banquettes. It’s a bit like eating in Candyland, waited on by lads in powder pinks and ladies in dusty blues. The menu is a sublimely eccentric blend of Russian delicaies and British comfort food; think a choice of caviar or beef wellington, but heck why not go for both. Propel yourselves to the downstairs bar to continue the party in style when you’re done eating – make sure to grab a bottle of champagne for the road. Rrrrring.