Plump for a high stool and beautifully mixed Negroni in the wood-panelled American bar, lined with bookshelves and vintage prints in homage to the space’s former life as an antiquarian bookshop (since 1875). Or relax in the effortless elegance of the colonnaded, white-table-clothed restaurant where exquisitely cooked, charcoal-grilled steak reigns supreme.
Sunday ushers in a hog roast, and the dessert trolley at this fashionable steak house is Italian heaven on earth.