Floridita
Hemingway would be aghast if he knew what passes for the London outlet of his legendary Havana hangout. Leave your quaint notions of sultry colonial chic at the door – decked out in leather and dripping with chandeliers, the basement bar/restaurant feels more like a playboy's yacht or WAG's mansion. Aside from cashing in on its literary connections, Floridita's main boast is live Cuban music every night, which might be sizzling, or might be a rehash of played-to-death Buena Vista Social Club tracks. On the upside, after enough daiquiris it won't take much to get you swaying on the dance floor. Emma Slawinski http://www.thefloatingkitchen.com

