Walk through the courtyard and past the darkened doors where you’ll find one of Milan’s most eccentric drinking holes. The décor in this place is dope; the hotel reception is disguised within the bar area, only the guy with the slick outfit and Apple Mac gives it away. The general theme is sporting - think golf clubs, bowling pins, waterskis and horse whips - and the whole place is decked out like a countrified apartment.

Everything in this place is for sale; BarChick rolled out with a new set of boxing gloves… ding dong to shots and shopping. We had to resist the Lady Bump Discoteque sign as it wouldn't fit in our carry on.

Drinks are just as outrageous as the furnishings and come in all shapes and sizes from mixologist named Mr Moustache and Mr Seven. We went for the Apothecary Libation (Illegal Mezcal, Vermouth del Professore, Amaro Lucano and bitter orange). If you’re looking for something with a little less punch The Sailor’s Drug (rum, lime juice, Angostura & Peychaud Bitters topped with Fever Tree ginger beer) should do it.