This place screams naughty, so naturally we’re into it. From the nonchalant façade to the discreet doorway the only thing alerting you to Death & Co’s existence is the host standing outside. Be nice, he’s the key to the secret.
Stride through the curtain and make your entrance. Black is definitely the new black here. Stained wood and granite-top tables are tucked into black upholstered booths, lit by provocative paraffin lamps. Soft jazz and gypsy swing playing in the background makes BarChick wonder which of her lovers she will delight by bringing here.
The cocktail list is laid out in categories, for those who like a good concoction but are impatient with complicated lists. Choose from gin, whiskey, rum, etc…and let the good times roll. We grabbed a Scallywag, think Old Fashioned but made with five different rums in a frozen glass, excellent! If you still find yourself abashed (or you just want an excuse to chat to one of the hot, smart bartenders dressed up like its 1920-what) then don’t worry about asking for help, these guys are sexy and friendly, you don’t see that very often.
If you want to avoid queues as epic as the drinks then make sure you book.