Embassy is decked out in masculine reds and blacks, illuminated with subtle spotlighting and smattered with a douse of abstract art. In one respect, it’s everything a high-end club-lounge-restaurant amalgamation should be; in another, it holds no surprises whatsoever. This can also be said of the menu. It’s modestly sized and each dish has regal appeal, with starters ranging from cherry tomato tart with goat’s cheese and onion marmalade, to thin slices of duck breast with wild Girolles mushrooms. However, considering the prices, execution is not quite as slick as you’d hope. The same can be said of mains such as the sizeable yet unexciting rib-eye. The roast lamb embalmed in a crunchy mint crust, is a better bet, and the Eton mess and blackberry crumble make a nice bookend to the meal. But it’s difficult to shake the notion that the restaurant is a mere afterthought to the overall club concept. Book late, since it’s deadly quiet before 9pm.