The moon shines bright. You cut through the garden and enter the elevator shaft. When the doors slide open, you hear the din, faint at first. A cocktail of joyous laughs, clinking glasses and rockabilly beats. Suddenly, you re-emerge underground and the sound hits you like a shot. Then, you see it. There it is. The stories were true. You pull up a seat at the bar, and, for a moment, you drink it in. It’s intoxicating, isn’t it? The buzz. The energy. He appears and greets you with a knowing smile. You’ve never met the barman before, but it’s like seeing a childhood friend. He shows you that old-fashioned hospitality that makes you feel at home. You take a sip from your glass and look around. These aren’t strangers, these are your neighbours. This isn’t just any bar, this is your local.
LicensingFully licensed, No BYO
Disabled AssistanceDisabled access available