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'll delight by bringing here. It's date-central.

The cocktail list is laid out in easy categories; choose your concoction and let the good times roll. If you want an excuse to chat to one of the cool bartenders dressed up like it's 1920-what, then ask for guidance - these guys are smart and friendly and you don’t see that very often. If you want to avoid queues as epic as the drinks then make sure you book. Or they can take your number and call you from another bar nearby.