Barchick Says

You don’t expect to find a bar when you walk into a portered block of flats in Chelsea, especially one where the residents seem to be a mix of young professionals and high class hookers. Although, when you think about it, it makes for the perfect environment.

Once you’ve found the Mickey Mouse wallpapered entrance, ring the bell, a peep hole will slide open, and if the barman likes the look of you you’re in (note to self, if you’re a big group, stick the hot chicks at the front).

Et voila, welcome to a wicked den of anything and everything. There are street signs, stuffed animals, luggage, a moustached Mona Lisa and a mix of things you might find in a Shoreditch antique market. The fancy dress box is where it’s at; BarChick’s particularly fond of the leather lederhosen so don’t go nicking them. Drink shots from teacups, taste absinth served over sugar cube and enjoy the novelty of being able to smoke in their garden (until 8 anyway).

The bartenders aren’t shy of a bit of experimentation, they’ve grown all sorts of herbs in the garden so get stuck in to their herbaceous organic menu, we loved the Basil Fawlty made with Bombay Sapphire gin, fresh basil leaves, pineapple and lemon. Oh and cancel dinner reservations, the cheesy Pickled Ploughman made with Sipsmith’s gin, Chambord, blue Stilton, grapes, honey and grenadine or the Gone Fishin’ with Jack Daniel’s Single Barrel, smoked salmon and lemon, served with a small side of salmon and raspberries will more that suffice.

PS if you’re into Sloaney guys/girls this is a great place for pulling (but not if you taste like cheese and salmon).