Welcome to America ya’ll.  Jones has got that dark, mysterious, ‘who gives a f*ck what time it is outside?’ vibe down to a T.  The wicked jukebox in the corner bangs out old school American rock and just in case you forget for a second that you’re in the US there’s a smoking lounge to remind you.

It’s the low lights, red vinyl booths, and killer bourbon selection that make this place.  Oh and the fact you can order steak and eggs right up til 1.30am 364 days a year.

Pitch up a stool at the bar and hang out with the Harley riding dudes, hell even sink a couple of Boiler Makers with ‘em (neat Tennessee JD washed down with a Bud).  A few of those down you and you might find yourself sloping off to the ‘private lounge’ aka. heavy petting zone.  Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

What to order: Boilermaker or Chelsea 100 aka. Jones Manhattan – Bulleit Rye Whiskey, carpano antica, sweet vermouth & a dash of peach bitters.