You’d be forgiven for thinking the flashing lights emitting from Mahiki are from an electrified dance floor – no: it’s the paparazzi, hoping to catch one of the young princes or their escorts spilling out in London’s nightlife. Mahiki is their club of choice possibly because it takes the pocket money of a prince to afford mixologist Papa Jules’ lavish sharing cocktails served up in treasure chests, sailors’ hats and other exotic whotnots, plus a new pan-Asian fusion menu by two ex-Nobu chefs. This tiki theme bar just about gets away with all the crazy coconuts because its holiday spirit (and super-strength cocktails) reminds its conservative posh-chav crowd of their rum-soaked holidays at Sandy Lane. The upper space is a wicker/bamboo-lined beach bar (think Hawaii Five-0, all palm fronds and exotic flowers); the lower bar is darker, glossier and home to the dance floor and cheesy pop. Often somewhere in there are those naughty princes, girls trying to pull them, and young hedge-funders and Gap Yah kids happy to mop up the leftovers (note that the clipboard bitches can afford to sieve out the unwashed masses, especially on its big nights Monday and Thursday). Why else would you need look-at-me cocktails? Aloha, sailor!