The BarChicks have been waiting for this bad boy to open for months, we’re huge Lucky Chip heads, and so we headed down as soon as it opened, which might have been an error as they were definitely experiencing some teething problems. The rude staff, lost order and hour and a half wait aside, this place actually has everything going for it so go check it out and let us know how sh*t goes down!
Head down the dark stairs into this den of cocktails and sliders… what more could you wish for (except maybe some speed). It kinda feels like you could be snowed in down here: there’s a sexy retro ski lodge vibe complete with beast heads and chilled leather seating, the only thing that’s missing is a log fire. Leave your ski boots at the door, dodge round brick pillars and take your place on a big banquette.
Sure the cocktails are good (but then again it was opened by Dick Bradsell): the London Buck Highball with gin, lemon juice and ginger beer went down faster than water, but let’s face it you’re here for the meat. We dig Lucky Chip in a big way so it’s good news that they have located so near to our office (or bad news for our asses). Start with the chicken bucket with all its gravy and then hit the sliders they’re all good especially the double cheese burger, but be warned the pot of white stuff (kosher we promise) isn’t for the chips, it’s actually… lemonade with a popping candy head.
It’s cool and laid back down here, candles and star-like lights give it a sultry mood and if you’re not wedged up enough to be a member anywhere in Soho then this is a good compromise.