If you’re expecting beret-wearing Truffaut fanatics, you should better check out some other lounges in London. Film buff Philip Wood’s The Roxy is London’s first cine-bar. Unlike the concept, which sounds as pretentious as a German expressionist film convention, there are few airs and graces here. Red velvet drapes line the walls while a hotchpotch of seating for 120 (weathered Chesterfields, bistro tables and chairs) are scattered in front of a professional cinema set-up with two 4m screens. Surely the best part of a film is immediately afterwards, discussing its merits over a fine glass of wine, unusual bottled beer or even a custom cocktail – at The Roxy, you needn’t even leave your seat. Arrive early to bagsy those sofas – an informal vibe means no tickets, no seat numbers and a low, sometimes zero, charge for its imaginative programme (Sun-Weds) spanning recent releases, cult classics, non-commercial shorts and documentaries, plus live sports. Tempting gastropub-style dishes (roasts, pies, risottos, posh burgers) are mostly sourced from nearby Borough Market and on weekends, VJs use the screens to nourish revellers aesthetically. The velvet, the low light, the collective experience – it’s actually rather Lynchian.