"“Sometimes I like to masquerade as a socialite. Whether this narcissistic trait is borne of too much quality time with the Sidebar Of Shame or an intensely misguided reading of The Simple Life, who can say, but it is this urge for glam that saw me rocking up to Claridge’s on a Friday night. The famed hotel’s latest bar is a tiny pink hideaway that has the kind of overwhelming golden age beauty that made me check whether I had lipstick on my teeth no fewer than eight times. It’s a place for sophisticated sipping or a dressed-up birthday toast over an exceptional plum take on a Joan Collins. The coconut rum and mint wonder ‘Sapphire’ is also worth an order, but be warned that the cocktails all fall around the—checks overdraft—£20 mark so come here for a tender moment rather than a whole evening.” - HLB " - Heidi Lauth Beasley, Daisy Meager, Sinead Cranna