Next to the gracious, palatial frontage of the Saudi embassy in Mayfair, Noura is one of those deceptively casual addresses: a tastefully decorated, brightly lit, neutral rectangle of a dining room with a discreet juice bar at the rear. So far, so down to earth. But the sting comes with the bill – a restrained meal for two with a couple of drinks can cost up to five times as much as you might pay for similar food – and a livelier experience – a stone’s throw away on the Edgware Road. The food is satisfying, if not remarkable. We had creamy, lemon-spiked fuul medames and juicy, piquant sujuk with quails’ eggs to start, then a very good aubergine stew with rice and a rather dry, uninspired wedge of kibbeh bil sanieh (baked minced lamb and cracked wheat) to follow. It may be that most customers come for the Noura Lounge basement bar, which has belly dancers at the weekend (booking essential). But if you’re here for dinner and don’t mind shelling out for the location, you could do worse. There’s also the chance to smoke shisha on the pavement outside and watch the Maseratis zoom past.