Somehow, despite having just done a full tasting menu, Milly and I could do with something… chocolate-y. Luckily, we know Italian Bear is open late and is literally just around the corner. I am not as foolhardy as I was the first time I came a few years ago, so do not order both a hot chocolate and a dessert. Instead, I go for the pancakes, three of them, each with their own milk, dark, and white chocolate drizzle, topped with whipped cream and strawberries. They are - inevitably - sweet, bordering on the sickly. This is not a bad thing, but I have a high tolerance; others might not be so lucky. It could do with a little more lubrication, a certain clagginess of the combination of a scotch pancake and melted chocolate, but still. Small complaints. It is delicious, and just hitting the spot.