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.