It's a full Prohibition mash-up at this palatial Piccadilly bar. Think F. Scott Fitzgerald 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 here (though if you do, you call us immediately, yeah?), 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 are sure to impress. The walls are papered in 1920s aeroplane motifs and hung with Tumulte Noir art. This is some serious old-school glam, but it's no reservations, which sucks 'cos its more popular down here than Adidas 3-Stripes were in the '90s. 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, it's a solid shout for a pre-dinner drink or 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. It's 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 and lemon juice.