The Warrington
It was a brothel once, as the bare-breasted ladies of the cornices will testify (if only plaster could talk...). Now it's Ramsay's gaff, and he's turning this elaborate mass of sumptuous soft furnishing into his very own sweary, shouty Hell's gastro-pub. It's got the makings of a truly exclusive venue and no doubt it won't be long before you need shades bigger than your arse-cheeks to hide the fact you're not really famous. In the meantime, it's a nice, quiet if slightly fuddy-duddy place for a good guest ale.

