Not the easiest bar to find, but that’s the point. Look out for some black railings, and a doorman (Derek – a dude – he’s great company when you’re having a smoke, and was even providing marriage counseling to some distressed jilted bloke when we were there).
Purl is run by Bryan and Matt, the Willy Wonkas of the cocktail world, so grab yourself the menu slash faux aged parchment bookmark, you’ll find all sorts of funky sh*t. Order Mister Hyde’s Fixer-Upper with dry ice, so you’ll feel like you are sitting on the set of Kate Bush music video as you drink it – awesome.
There are plenty of nooks and crannies to hide away, and you’ll feel like you’re in some downtown New York Prohibition bar. If you’re into jazz then this is your perfect place for a Sunday session, when the piano becomes the centre of attention. Book early to avoid disappointment, this place is always busy, and you don’t want to miss out on the action.