Cafe de Paris
OK, so maybe Ms Hilton wasn't named after this West End grande-dame, but she sure could have been. The over-the-top, unashamed glamour of it all, not to mention the super-tanned and mega-blinged crowd would be right up her street. She could sip champagne and poke a salade verte around a plate in the restuarant and then hit the legendary VIP room for a bit of mingling, air kissing and probably taking her clothes off. Hold on... Eiffel a chihuahua moment coming on. See what we did there? Thanks, we'll be here all night.