"If you have a fleeting interest in Vanity Fair or marrying into generational wealth, chances are you’ve heard of The Connaught Bar and its cruising martini trolley. But its sexy little scarlet sibling is our preferred drinking den at Mayfair’s The Connaught. The cocktails are all medleys of wine and moody spirits—cue some mild anxiety about spilling a beaujolais-infused pisco number on one of the pastel pink sofas. If you enjoy cheating on Negronis with something sweeter, opt for the flirty rosé and Campari cocktail." - heidi lauth beasley