Wow, a truly legendry bar, I possibly should not even review it, I believe it does not have a licence, if this is what a bar without a license should be, take the licence’s back my lord! A basement bar accessed via ground level, typical Georgian house, dodgy looking, down the long hall way, down a flight of stairs, sign the book, host will bring you in, BINGO, Frank Sinatra music playing loudly in the background, impromptu singing from the varied clients, large mix from junkies to celebrity, no airs or graces down here though! The bar selection is limited, but the atmosphere is exhilarating, not a couples bar, but if you have two couples that’s ok. Toilets are not of Ritz calibre, they are more slop out come toilet at the bottom of your garden type job. Lady behind bar completely rude only adds to the ambience. After a couple of drinks in Bob Bob Ricard, (bad & expensive) the hideout is the bogs… Be well!
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