Slip through the industrial looking door and enter this white, clean cut, super-slick bar. The barmen here are sharp, and they’re in uniform, uh shabba.

We challenge you to order a Whimpering Bastard without sniggering and blowing your cool, a sweet cocktail guaranteed to live up to its name the next day. BarChick got better at ordering them as the night went on, practice makes perfect.

Be wary of the loos: they’re extremely mirrored and depending on how pissed you are they can be bloody confusing.