Glowing orange columns, equally lustrous furniture and a choice of decent pizzas plus the usual meaty options. Mambo somehow manages to cook among the best and the worst steaks in the country, the most recent one we tried looking like a child’s shoe and tasting like a child’s shoe too. Not only does the chef appear to be up in the clouds half the time, the restaurant does too, providing splendid views of the matchstick hoi polloi shuffling about in the streets below.

15Lt.