You’ll be a hero if you make it out of here sober, but make sure you’ve got ID if you even want the challenge. The doormen have been here for years and are well versed in turning down the underage crowd, it’s where the cool kids come to hang and BarChick’s been trying to get in since she was 14.

There’s a level of agility required just to get into this place. First the steep, crooked stairs, then the ducking and dodging of exposed beams and once you finally think you’ve made it, you’ll need to navigate the higgledy-piggledy tables and chairs that seem to have been randomly strewn about. It’ll be worth it though when you’re playing pool, trucker cap back with the dude you always fancied from the year above.

There’s a craftily concocted cocktail list strewn in chalk above the bar, avoid it. Not because they’re not great in that “let’s see how pissed we can get in a rainbow of colours” kinda way, but because the bar here is like, always three deep and nobody wants to be that chick who holds up the line by ordering poncy cocktails and paying with plastic, ok. Drink cider or bottled beer, it looks way more rad and is more easily transported from the games room to the smoking yard anyway.