Firsts things first, book. Now. 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 been hanging out in bars all day waiting for it to open. Oh and be polite, they’re not afraid to get rid of anyone who doesn’t play nice.
Head round and down the stairs into the prohibition style 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 (probably a snogging couple or some wanna be burlesque dancers, try not to stare.)
The waitresses bring you a small selection of canapes, which were only worth it for the amusement they caused (perhaps it’s a Czech thing?). This isn’t a foodie kind of place. Get stuck into one of the books lying around, a couple of chapters in you’ll find the drinks listed. Czech beers and classics are up first, then the cocktails. They’ve kept your options open, we say try the Gypsytini, the Bohemian Iced Coffee or get the rubber duck in a Bubble Bath Martini. All you Alpha heads tee up the Holy Smoke and bang out a quick Gospel.
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.