Annabel’s
LET ME BE CLEAR. Annabel’s doesn’t ask you to enjoy yourself. It demands that you enjoy yourself. A mecca for high-living, high-spending hedonists, this ultra-deluxe private members’ club received the mother of all reboots in the wake of its acquisition by Richard Caring from its founder, Mark Birley, in 2007. The fun hasn’t stopped since. Top decorator Martin Brudnizki left no stone unturned when he was commissioned to create a mise-en-scène conducive to revelry on an imperial scale on brand-new premises in Berkeley Square. Madame de Pompadour and El Morocco, the Regency and the Raj: disparate influences whirl around in a party palace for jet-setting sophisticates who are as at home on Mykonos as they are in Mayfair.
At Annabel’s, dinner and drinks can be ordered in Matteo’s, the extremely opulent, very dressy Italian; The Mexican, which boasts one of the largest collections of tequila in the world; and the laid-back Garden, which, with its retractable roof, hums with light and life no matter how disobliging the weather. Beyond a certain hour, dancing under the fronds of the illuminated palm trees in the basement Nightclub is non-negotiable. Don’t get so tight that you fail to take note of the urinals in the Gents. Where else can you relieve yourself straight into Satan’s mouth?
Members only.
See also: Claridge’s, Harry’s Bar, Scott’s
