CUE

CUE is the star for people who find white tablecloths boring: seasonal, fire-touched plates at the kitchen bar (the prawn with grapes and the pink wine-butter have cults), then downstairs to a vinyl listening bar where the cocktail list includes a duck-fat number and evenings routinely outlast intentions — Fridays and Saturdays run to two. Sunday does a lunch sitting instead. The music is loud by design; come for dinner-that-becomes-a-night rather than a hushed tasting ritual.