Next door is Habibi, the grown-up sister of Habibi Cafe, complete with mirrors, hookahs and belly-dancers but why go to Habibi when you can get all that makes Habibi great at the cafe version and for cheaper?

The mezzes are stunning here, spiced with great sophistication so that each dip, each tamiya (Egyptian falafel) is a controlled detonation of flavours. I am also a firm fan of their shawarmas which are so beautifully seasoned and tender that you’ll never want to go back to your next-door kebab joint ever again. Besides, no kebab joint will screen old B&W Egyptian movies as you eat or have toilets decorated with luscious photos of Egyptian screen idols.

For the chocolate fans, look at for the spiced chocolate dessert. When I first started eating at Habibi cafe, it was a viscous chocolate delight, though now it’s become more mousse-like. Still good whatever its form.