You’ll find Jeff’s inside a shopping mall but that does nothing to deter the American ex-pats and well-heeled locals who use the place. This is your classic TGIF-style affair, only these guys do it a little better, with both the steak and ribs regularly eliciting glowing reports from Yank exiles. Staff with sugar smiles in skimpy denim shorts keep the drinks flowing while interiors are your standard soup of old adverts, road signs and number plates.