Hidden upstairs in the newly refurbed Goat, The Chelsea Prayer Room, praise be, is our kind of religion.

You’ll be greeted by a sexy hostess at Goat’s entrance. Tell her you’ve been bad and need to repent for your sins, in the hope that she’ll point you in the direction of the hidden bar. Dress respectably, look serene and welcome to this smouldering den of cocktail and flirting heaven.

Sink into a chesterfield, look hot in the candlelight and grab a hymn book. We’re not suggesting you serenade your date, we’re just suggesting you choose your poison. The booze is unmarked, but it’s kosher we promise, just trust the barmen and they will more than deliver.

Beg for a key fob, bring a first date and we guarantee they’ll be begging for more. But if it doesn’t work out, the guys behind the bar at Goat will more than look after you. Wherever you end up, don’t miss out on the Rhubarb Bellinis, they’re the goat’s bollocks.

PS. It’s a secret so make sure you only tell one person at a time.