This bar has been around for years and boy does it look like it. Located on the corner of “hooker alley” the area had a re-vamp not so long ago, but nothing stops a seedy crowd hanging from doorways and lounging on corners. If you’re into your history you’ll love this place – Hemingway used to come and write here, helped along by its speciality that is Absinthe, there’s been little change since his visits. The ceiling looks close to collapsing and the amount of cobwebs would give BarChicks mum a heart attack. There’s no air-con, just creaking fans and peeling walls.

Why are you here? Because if you’re a virgin to Absinthe then this is where to break out like a boss. The owner looks a little like he’s been drinking it too long but he knows his stuff. Order in a round and you’ll be served up a glass of absinthe, sugar cube, fork and bottle of water – the rest is history and possibly hazy.

It all gets going a little later here so rock up after midnight for some atmosphere. The opening and closing remains just as mystical as lack of cleaning...