Nestling in a quiet alley in the posh bit behind the Wolseley, this gaff quietly shows other hotel bars how to behave. Here’s the drill: turn up early evening, get a table, beckon over a white-jacketed bar legend (Allesandro if you’re lucky) and settle down with a half litre of neat spirits to get the party started.
Dukes is all about martinis, you see. From the Vesper to the truffle infused, even the most cynical old boozer is bound to find something appealing. Their Peach Bellini must be the world’s best when white peaches are in season!