Finally, somewhere decent to escape the hectic hoards on Oxford Street. These guys have done this before at their cute Bermondsey spots Village East and The Garrison, so they knew what was what when they opened this modern-day brasserie in NoHo.
The room is all retro orange booths, reclaimed furniture, wood panelled walls and stuffed squirrel light fixtures. It’s a bit like a sexed-up ski lodge. The bar is where it’s at here, or sit at the long communal table in the center of the room (but the fold down seats are not fat man friendly).
The creativity ain’t just in the decor, they have an impressive amount of beers, wines and ciders, and the cocktails are great. BarChick was hungover and the Penicillin with Chivas and Laphroaig (plus all sorts of medicinal ingredients) fixed her right up! Don’t miss the gastropub-like smaller plates either: the veal meatballs and lentils at 4 quid are to die for.
It gets absolutely rammed at night so be sure to book. BarChick prefers it as an afternoon refuge away from the mad crowds.