It was only after a couple of suspicious chaps wandered in, hands in pockets, looked around sheepishly and promptly left, that we learned of this bar's former life. It was a strip-club and then some according to Fritzl, the (hot) head bartender. They have since given it a good hose down before reopening in December 2012 as a wickedly sexy little cocktail bar.

There are only six booths and a few bar stools, this place is exclusive. The walls are black and seating is black, actually pretty much everything is black, the only glow comes from the marshmallow puff looking light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. This place still feels very naughty, must be the stripper feng shui right? Fritzl knows his stuff, the cocktails are well made and they fall under the 50 square meter rule so smoking is allowed (for both guests and staff it seems, chillers).

We're not so sure about the quirky sculptures made from teacups, empty bottles and glassware, but we'll go with it. There's also a little private room for parties, lap dances not included.

Photo credit: Thomas Kamenar 2013