London Cocktail Club is a series of super quirky bars across the city rumoured to have some of the best cocktails in town.
The concept seemed like a lot of fun. Aside from a focus on well made and inventive cocktails, each venue has its' own theme - rather than the one-size-fits-all approach used by the likes of Drake & Morgan. We're talking punk and gin in Goodge Street, gangster and tequila at Oxford Circus, and now, biker club and whiskey in Shoreditch.
Not having been to any of their other venues, I couldn't very well get away with missing out on the new place in my very own hood. So, following dim sum at Drunken Monkey and cocktails at Beach Blanket Babylon me and Crazy Canadian headed over for opening night at LCC Shoreditch for even more cocktails.
At the first glance it already looked like a rather happening spot with it's concrete floors, exposed pipes and rusty stools for seating. The bartenders in flower garlands and Darth Vader masks added that extra bit of weird that I need to truly love a bar.
And the cocktails. Oh man. The first girlie fruity concoction to cross my lips was borderline orgasmic and could easily have survived only drinking that for the remainder of the year. However (there always has to be a but right?), my cocktail took a good 25 minutes to show, as did Crazy Canadian's wine. The waitress, adorable as she was, seemed very much out of her depth and after asking her for our order twice - we wound up having to rather bluntly organise our drinks with the bartender ourselves before finally taking our seats and preventing the death-by-thirst that was soon to be a reality.
We had managed to snag ourselves a great corner table which was great for people watching and although I spotted one or two Essex blogger girls having ventured away from the mainstream quirkiness at Old Street - it was overall a very cool crowd.
And then I spotted the condom on the table.
Worried that we had landed ourselves in some after hours swinger's club - some people definitely looked like the types - disguised as a cocktail club, we approached a bartender passing by asking him about our findings. On that note, approaching a stranger with a condom - never a good idea. After some strange looks and concerned facial expressions on his party, he kindly explained to us that it was part of a cocktail garnish before he basically ran away from us as fast as he could. I'll give them points for inventiveness.
As we were ready for another cocktail, the cocktail waitress sadly was not and after yet another 30 minute wait, we had to cave in and leave. We were not that desperately thirsty anymore.
So I never got to try the Pirate Radio. But I will definitely be back to do so. My song of choice? Baby Got Back, of course.
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| Just your standard bartender uniform. |
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| Next time! |
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| Fruity yumminess! |
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