Don’t be deceived, if you are looking to snuggle up with a book, this is not the bar for you. Despite the name, there’s a distinct lack of reading material, not a problem. One thing’s for sure, don’t (like BarChick) turn up alone. BarChick’s date was late and after half an hour of being eyed up by seedy rich men, even she had convinced herself she was a hooker.
Take a seat by the fire or dive into a sofa and relax amongst foreigners, business men, call girls and those silly enough to pay these prices. The chandeliers, marble fireplaces and paintings of buxom women and Stubbs-esque horses conjure up a gentleman’s club feeling from times gone by, and it really is a very pleasant place for a nightcap.
You will be greeted with an impressive three-tiered silver tower of nibbles and a bookish menu, which doubles up as a cocktail history lesson. The white jacketed bartenders certainly know what they are doing, and BarChick enjoyed sipping a well-made Old Fashioned alongside the 3 tiers of free bar snacks. Still hungry? Well await the free canapés.
PS. Cigar smoker? Head downstairs to the Garden Room and suck on some Cuban cigars, it ain’t cheap, but it is epic.