Oporto

You'll smell the chicken before you see the restaurant – that distinctive char from the flame grill draws you down Call Lane like a siren song. The piri-piri marinade here isn't messing about; it's got enough heat to make you reach for your drink but never so much that you can't taste the properly seasoned bird underneath. The wraps are substantial enough to count as a proper meal, and they don't skimp on the filling like some places do. Open until the early hours, this becomes a different beast after midnight when the bars empty out – suddenly you're sharing tables with everyone from office workers grabbing late dinner to groups sobering up with spicy chicken. It works brilliantly either way.