If Tony Soprano and his mates lived in Dubai they would hang out at Frankie’s. The brainchild of both Michelin-star chef Marco Pierre White (though his website states he has nothing to do with the day-to-day running of the restaurant) and star jockey Frankie Dettori (don’t miss the pictures of Frankie mounting Marco en-route to the bathrooms) is always lively, very friendly and just rough-around-the-edges-enough to be refreshing. Pizzas are exemplary – we love the duck on the ‘Frankie’s’ pizza, avoid if you don’t like truffle oil – as are the steaks, however the rest of the cuisine is hit and miss, but we will still go back to Frankie’s. Why? It’s atmospheric. It’s reliable. And we are still convinced we’ll spy James Gandolfini.