Alexander Bar is some kinda prohibition-era, booze-filled playground for adults, good start. Aside from the fact that the décor is just the right side of dark, Gatsby-era chic, there are also plenty of quirky novelties hidden around the place that you might struggle to sit down and not tinker with.
On each table there is an antique phone with which you can call across to someone you like the look of and on our visit either breath heavily, or whimper/whisper something provocative whilst enjoying another superbly made gin Martini (seriously these are good). Plus if you press 9 you can call the bartender, hell yes, no more queuing. There is a typewriter where you could pen a novel or a piano which you can serenade / bash until one of the friendly barmen picks you up and places you in the corner with a lump of Play-Doh to model and a Whisky Sour. Drinks here are nice and cheap, a shot of gin worked out at a couple of quid… get a round in.
There is a mix of world music and a lot of cheeky jazz, that teamed up with the dim lighting it’s easy to sit at one of these tables for hours, with drinks delivered to your table, and phone calls with strangers.
There is a terrace, but views are limited, so it's best you visit Alexander Bar for a late night cocktail, make eyes and phone calls across the room and leave in your most dignified state.
Want something more cultural than boozing? Upstairs is a fully fledged theatre showing live music, comedy, and more..nice.