The moment you walk into the Mirabelle, you step into sumptuous, good old-fashioned glamour and decadence. I tend to save the Mirabelle for special occassions - if there were ever an excuse (trust me ladies, you shouldn't need an excuse) to don your highest and sexiest of heels, this is it. Please, do NOT wear your jeans into this most stunning of establishments.
The ladies politely remind you that the floor is slippery and discretely remove your coat on arrival. The piano bar, completely with mirrored screens and glitter ball almosts sounds too much, but for those who like to spoil their special someone, you will not be disappointed with this little delight.
Worth going for the bar alone, but the food is out-of-this-world.