Brisa tapas & bar

You're sitting on Bartholomew Square on a Friday night, and Brisa's got that rare quality of feeling like a proper neighbourhood spot despite being dead central. The kind of place where locals keep coming back because the Spanish small plates actually mean something—think jamón ibérico that tastes like it's been flown in yesterday, not languished under heat lamps. It's unpretentious enough that you can rock up solo for a drink and a plate of croquetas, but polished enough you'd happily bring someone you're trying to impress. The cocktail list doesn't mess about either.