We love a good brothel-turned-bar and Blacklock is no exception. Chops are their speciality, cooked on a grill that the guys made themselves and scorched with 1800 hot vintage irons that were made in a foundry in the Deep South called Blacklock.

Set up by a guy who learned his sh*t at Hawksmoor, you know this place is gonna do it right. We love everything about it, from the hot staff, thrifty decor (those shelves are old scaffolding and that mirror was found outside an art gallery nearby), to the open-plan space and great tunes. With cocktails for a fiver, it feels like the good old days; Grandma's Spiked Lemonade has a deceivingly alcoholic kick and The Corpse Revivor No.24 was a winner.

When it comes to the food come hungry and wearing your fat pants, order the All In that lets you taste the best of everything and let loose. Want more? Don't miss out on the trolley action, they wheel it over to you so you can take your pick from a selection of decanted cocktails. Get trolleyed and thank ‘em on the way out.