Firsts things first, make a booking. Secondly, leave the suit and tie at home to avoid the disappointment of being asked to leave when you arrive. Next up, you’ve got to find it. Not that hard, but equally, not easy if like BarChick you’ve lost the address and have had a few jars already. Oh and be polite, they’re not afraid to get rid of anyone who doesn’t play nice. Manners maketh the (wo)man.
Once you’ve found it in to this speakeasy head down the stairs into the retro lounge bar and you’ll be shown to your table by the 1950’s styled ladies. You could be shown to a cove which, unless in a group of 6, will be shared with others. This is no bad thing, the crowd in here are passionate drinkers and more imaginative daters than the usual Shoreditch snoggers.
Get stuck into one of the books lying around, a couple of chapters in you’ll find the drinks menu. Czech beers and classics are up first, then the cocktails. All the cocktails here are the good kind of weird; candy floss garnishes, perfume bottles and a cocktails that come served in a toothpaste tube. Don’t ask questions, just get stuck in. Finish off with some lab shots and be on your way before you discover their extensive list of spirits and get kicked out for your sins.