Barchick Says

BarChick didn’t think Hawksmoor could get any better, but somehow
they’ve done it. Not only does their new City based hangout open at 7am,
this place has a licence for the bar, so there’s none of that
have-to-eat thang. Being at the epicentre of the City, it’s gonna be
heaving with hot bankers, so girls get in there, you’ll clean up, and if
you’re not into the suited types, then sit at the bar as the boys are
both charming and delicious, oh and they happen to be some of the best
barmen in town.

The cocktail menu is massive and it starts with Anti-Fogmatics (early
morning drinks) and finishes with Disco Drinks, with all sorts in
between – you’ll be spoilt for choice whatever time of day it is.
BarChick has never been a breakfast kinda girl until now: these guys
have the Bourbon ‘n Milk which is cornflake ice-cream, milk and Woodford
Reserve; it’s insanely good, Macdonalds take note. If you’re more into
your marmalades in the morning, then have a (homemade) Marmalade
Cocktail, it’s better than a piece of toast can ever be (although carb
loaders will be happy to know these guys have unlimited toast on the
breakfast menu). There are over 60 whiskeys behind the bar, making this
place the City’s answer to Soho’s Whiskey Exchange: Scotch, Bourbons,
and some Japanese are in the house, and there are some pretty unique
ones too.

Just like its big brother in Seven Dials, this ex car park of a place
is underground, so phones won’t work, but with free passwordless wifi,
business doesn’t need to stop down here. The boys here are amazing -
young, tattooed and checked shirted: in the mornings ask for Christian
to get you a shake and the Dr Who look-a-like Tim for your coffee; by
night it’s all about the A team – that’s Adam, Ali and Ajax. Obviously
the food is insane here, it’s the ultimate meat head hangout – great for
a date, who you should treat to a Rum Number, the strongest drink on
the menu (don’t ask what’s in it, they won’t tell you). Enjoy.