A seriously good neighbourhood bar in a not so sexy neighbourhood… Satan’s Whiskers is the sort of place that puts a big smile on BarChick’s face. Bundled between newsagents, cab offices and strip clubs in Bethnal Green, look out for the red, neon lights above the door and make your way over to the dark side.
From the same trio of bartenders who brought us The Hemingway and The Hunter S. There’s taxidermy, leather booths, and a back bar that’s clearly been stocked by someone in-the-know. An illuminated icebox on the bar full of sliced tropical fruits is a talking point and a definite shout-out to the old skool.
The well-considered cocktail list changes daily depending on whatever the hell the bar team wanna shake up. We drank the Salty Dog (vodka, grapefruit juice and pink salt) and didn’t look back, at least not without blurred vision anyway. Hit it weeknights for a chilled one or Thursday – Sunday for hip-hop, dirty dancing and smooth chat, sold.