The clue was in the title: this is a bar for serious drinkers. BarChick got the tip off about this one from a barman from another joint, and the place was full of bartenders from around all over town. No surprise that we had one of the best Manhattans, like, ever: they use Antica Formula Carpano vermouth and their own maraschino cherries, they aren’t messing around. 

Not for the faint hearted, it’s teeming with testosterone in here. Despite the really, really long bar, service can be slow and often monolingual. We weren’t made to feel particularly welcome – this may be a prime location, but they’re not pandering to tourists here. Take it as a challenge and stay all night.

Below stairs, there’s a divey after hours feel, but the plush seating and dark wood make it kinda classy. The ceilings are festooned with murals of Veuve Clicquot and 30s dancing girls.

The maître d’ checked our drinks orders had been understood and generally does the rounds making sure everyone is having a nice time. Plates of food are catered to the guests: a reviving bowl of pasta or a chicken club sandwich. 

One thing’s for sure, all the bartenders who come here ain’t here for no reason.