Cabana at The O2

You're walking past the usual chain suspects near The O2 when Cabana pulls you in with the smell of grilled meat and the sound of actual laughter. It's a full-on Brazilian experience—the kind where servers come round with skewers of different cuts, you flip your disc from red to green when you want more, and suddenly an hour's disappeared. The space has that energetic, slightly chaotic vibe of somewhere that knows how to feed people properly, with a decent cocktail list that goes beyond the obvious. It's not trying to be precious about it either; this is food that tastes like someone actually cares, not just another pre-theatre cash grab.