Push past the curtain and the city falls away. Damask walls the colour of deep olive, oxblood velvet, gilt frames stacked floor to ceiling, and lamplight low enough to make everyone look like their best story.

We cook the kind of food you actually crave after dark: bold, generous, a little decadent, poured long into the night. No dress code but the room. No rush but the last song.

Some places you go to be seen. Hideaway is where you come to disappear for a while, in very good company.