It’s well known that I love Callooh Callay, even if there’s not a review of it on here (I really should sort that out!). What I love though, is the fact there is a quirky little bar hidden away, The Jubjub. This weekend Dan Priseman, writer of Bitters & Twisted; Four Roses guru, has a [...]
I remember the first time I uttered the short phrase of ‘London Cocktail Week’, the person I was speaking to looked joyfully at me. They responded “A Week? Of Cocktails? Oh MY!’ That’s pretty much what my thoughts were when I first heard about it. I’ll hopefully be able to attend a few bits and [...]
Drinking. In a park. No brown bags needed! If we were based in London, we’d be over to Hyde Park searching out for this Gin Bar. This is a classic van, setup to serve Gin based drinks. [mainly mixers, rather than cocktails, but I'm happy with that!]. Thanks to the lovely girls over at Domestic [...]
London, a place that just screams BUSY at you. So it was with surprise that when I first ventured into Rules and asked the doorman if I could visit the bar, that I found myself alone with my server being Brian, the bar manager. [No Doorman? Just pop inside and ask.]
Whilst my first visit may have been on a drizzly Tuesday afternoon, the place is literally a stones throw from the main hubris of Covent Garden Plaza. Had I stumbled upon a secret place, or was I going to be let down – I wasn’t too sure. The reason for the visit, I asked the simple question of ‘Where do you think the best cocktail bar in central London is?’, something that could be a divisive question; afterall everyone has their favourites. A variety of responses came back, but Rules Cocktail Bar was one of the closest places to me and most common answers, from a lot of people I respect.
I can’t remember exactly how I came to know of this bar, but it’s name had floated around through my ‘research’ of nice places to drink, and there were quite a few good reviews of it. Though I was no closer to knowing what it’s called. . .surely it can’t just be called ’69 Colebrooke Row’.
I was wrong, my receipt calls the place ‘The Bar With No Name’ and even though I knew what road it was on, and what to look out for (a lantern with the number 69 on it). I still had stood outside on the street for two minutes, having to doubleback on myself before I realised that the place I had assumed was empty, had life. If you do go looking for this place, don’t expect it to jump out to you. It blends into the backstreets, which is exactly what it tries to achieve.