Stepping down from the street into Khalifa transports you into the world of the 1001 Arabian Nights. You half expect to encounter Ali Baba peeking out of an oil jar, or Aladdin rubbing his magic lamp. Sadly, these images are just fantasy but if you’re after Arabian dancing you’re in the right place. Slip off your shoes and sink into a low, luxuriantly upholstered banquette, sip on a cocktail or an expertly served glass of tea, poured from an elaborate metal pot, warmed over candles. Tea comes with preserved quince and baby ‘iablochki’ apples, perhaps, or the choicest dates and figs. Marvel at the exquisite frescoed scenes of Arabia, draped in chiffons of every hue under the sun. Then, your senses wrapped in goose-down comfort, the nightly belly-dancing performance starts. Private dances – and note, they are just dances – for one or more can be booked in the separate VIP room.