Thank f*ck prohibition is over, cos this place is too good to keep secret.
It's a full prohibition mash-up at this palatial Piccadilly bar. Think Great Gatsby meets Wes Anderson - extravagant, symmetrical and chic as f*ck. This place is packed with Art Deco touches disseminated like one of Jay Gatsby's party fireworks. BOOM! You won't find Leo at the bar (though if you do, you call us immediately, yeh?) but you will find Minas, the charming Bar Manager suited n' booted up in white tailoring. This handsome devil and his crew shake and pour their classic cocktail menu nightly at the splendidly grand bar, framed by pillars holding up the double-height ceiling.
Want to impress a date? It's got proper golden age New York vibes that'll have 'em putty in your hands as soon as you've ordered your first Manhattan. The walls are papered in 1920's aeroplane motifs and hung with Tumulte Noir art. Seriously, this place is old school glam. But it's no-reservations spot, which sucks balls cos its more popular down here than Adidas 3-stripes were in the 90's. Either hit it up before the post-work-martini-craving crowd let out, or give it a go when the pre-theatre punters go to catch their show. If you get a table, its a solid shout for a pre-dinner drink, or to slip in to for a "just one more" night-cap. Or you can be like BarChick and spend the night making your way through their polished cocktail menu. If you're feeling in a grown-up mood, hit up the Saratoga. Its a Manhattan with attitude made with Whistle Pig Rye, Hennessy Fine de Cognac, Sweet Vermouth and a blend of bitters. Got a sweet tooth? Order the Aviation for a juicy mix of No 3 Gin, Maraschino Liqueur, Violet Liqueur, Lemon Juice.