Small, dark and serious about cocktails, this place is Tom Cruise back in the day. A lone bartender is lit by the tremendous back bar and walls are painted black to an alarming effect.

BarChick struggles to work out when this place opens, it’s seems to be hit and miss; a piss-up roulette so to speak. Should you be lucky enough to stroll by and find the lights on you should enter immediately, you never know when you’ll next get the chance. Stocked to the max with an international spirit collection and tonnes of campari (of course) you’ll be sure to find a tipple that tickles your fancy. Unless you want to drink mixers all night you’re going to have to strike up some chat with the bartender since there’s no physical list. We drank a nameless tequila and lemon curd concoction that was boozy and yummy all at once.

Mingle with the pros here, the crowd has been coming for years; they’re on first name terms and they’ve memorised the cocktail list, commitment if we ever saw it.