Perched at the top of The Trafalgar Hotel - a classy bit of boutique accommodation in central London - you will find one of the capital's better kept secrets. And assuming you're not one of those beer-swilling football-lunatics of the West End who strip to their pants at the weekend and headbutt walls, I see no harm in sharing it with you.
So what is it? Well, Vista is a stylish open-air roof bar with - as the name would suggest - the unique and crucial addition of a remarkable view. Take up a stool at the terrace perimeter and behold London and Trafalgar Square sprawling beneath you: the bustling centre of the world's greatest city. A vantage of such opulence and prestige, it makes you feel like the Pope, or the Queen or someone else with a really massive balcony.
How do you find it? The Trafalgar lies at the southwest corner of the square on Cockspur Street. Swerve the noisy bar on the ground floor and head straight for the roof via the lift at the back of the building.
Take a special someone with you. The Vista bar is one of the greatest first-date-destinations in the whole of London and frankly, anyone who fails to be dazzled by the splendour of a sunset above Trafalgar Square is a T-1000 liquid metal Terminator and probably came there to kill you. Gaze at the view together clutching flutes of champagne, clasp your date to your side and say: 'We've made it!" Then have a bit of fun by waving regally at the poor commoners scurrying about below. With a little online research you can appear even more impressive by reciting a string of interesting factoids about the square: "Of course you will recognise the man on a big stick over there as Admiral Horatio Nelson, facing south towards the sea, but did you know that the bronze panels at the base of the column were cast from captured French guns?"
A couple of things to bear in mind: First, opening times are spasmodic and often dependent upon the weather so always check beforehand. Second, it's very pricey - a beer will set you back around £5, and double that for a glass of wine - but hey who cares? You can afford it - you're the Pope!