Girls - slap on some red lippy and boys - leave the sportswear at home, this place is glam. A huge French style, three-story mansion, built in 1913 but flogged for a mill during the recession will take you straight back to the 20s. Enter through the grand doors, once used for carthorses and head straight for the bar.
With a Pisco Sour in hand, it’s time to sniff out the garden. Make your way down a sweeping staircase, littered with other boozers popping bubbles and you’ll soon find yourself in what looks like a high society garden party. Dah-ling, keep up the façade for as long as you can but this place stays open till 2am, so don’t beat yourself up when it goes from Gatsby to Glasto, just blame it on the Sours.