"Claridge’s Bar is old money at its red leather, white roses, “No Photos, Please” finest. The walls are lined with black-and-white pictures of celebrities frolicking on former trips to this Mayfair poster child for luxury, rare bottles of champagne are popped by high society types, and the glassware proves that it’s entirely possible to develop a raging crush on a scallop-edge coupe. Their dry martini is legendary, but if you’re not partial to glacial gin pours, order the zesty Garibaldi instead." - heidi lauth beasley