You've got to be in the know to find this bad boy - this old school drinking den is down a tiny alleyway, so you won't get the after work suit swarm which is refreshing when working in the City.
The menu is in the form of a mini cocktail book, filled with house cocktails and then drinks divided into spirits, whisky, rum, tequila, vodka, Champagne and gin, with measurements and how to serve and garnish each one. You could steal it if you fancy yourself as a bartender at home, we sure did. The classics are great, and the measurements are generous, so make sure you eat if you can't handle it.
This place is a carnivore’s heaven, the fish won't disappoint either. This is Scotland's unofficial embassy in London so needless to say the haggis is in full swing, Burns Night or not (as is the whisky). 1920's music is playing, tartan dons the seats and the carpet and wherever you look there is a man - BarChick was the only lady in there, but that's not a problem is it?