DUKES Bar

You're walking into the kind of place that doesn't need to try very hard. Dukes sits tucked away on St James's Place, all dark wood and old-school glamour, the sort of bar where everyone looks like they've got somewhere important to be—or they don't care anymore. The martinis are the thing here, mixed with a flourish right in front of you if that's your style, though honestly they're brilliant either way. It's the sort of spot where you can nurse a drink for two hours and nobody minds, where the staff actually know what they're doing, and where you're just as likely to clock a regular who's been coming since the 80s as someone popping in for their first proper cocktail.