If ever you needed proof that even the most jinxed of sites can, in the right hands, turn into a regular ‘must-visit’ location, take a walk down the steps of Aloha: for years Bar Fresa limped along, unloved and (mostly) unopened. Now, its a Tahitian paradise tiki bar, with rum cocktails enough to keep a mutiny at bay, a corking retro/Swingers soundtrack, and lots of Hawaiian shirted, handsome young men, ready to whisk you up something fruity yet deadly, such as the suitably named Zombie. You have been warned.