It ain’t easy finding a neighbourhood cocktail bar in Soho, but hey - here we are.
Making a Murder
We’ve been running bars a good while, and we’re getting the hang of it, so this is how we plan to go - great drinks, not over-complicated but with that spark of intrigue. Inexpensive, but not short-poured. An outrageously experienced team who still actually enjoy their jobs. A space that’s sexy in a way that can only bespeak beauty and filth combining in harmony. Oh, and no bookings. Fuck that.
They’re a bunch of heroes - see below for notable achievements. Sure, we’ve won a bunch of competitions and stuff, but who cares about that?
Once used a fire extinguisher to clear a sink blockage and saved a happy hour.
Once put a Toddy in a hot water bottle for a TimeOut shoot. It was intended as a joke, certainly not received as such, and he still gets shit for it online.
Following a guest shift in Amsterdam, Olly got so lost that he just gave up and started a new life as a rickshaw driver. It's now his retirement plan.
Once ate a whole jar of maraschino cherries to prove a point, and we still don’t know what that point is or was.
Once went all-in on a game of strip poker, testing the mettle of her opponents from within a binbag with holes for limbs. They folded.
Once stayed for drinks after a job interview. Those drinks were seven martinis. That job was this job. HIRED
Once leapt the bar to smack a Mai Tai out of a customer’s hand, having learned of their nut allergy. Monin orgeat doesn’t contain any allergens, though...
Cocktail masterclasses are great, right? Sure…sometimes. In short, we think that classes which teach you one or two specific drinks you’re clearly never making again are bullshit. The good news, though, is that when you’ve been making cocktails a loooong time, you’ll start to see the rules, the basic hoops to jump through to make things taste good. So that’s what we teach. Classes are £35/head, last for roughly 90 minutes (depending on group size), and feature a damn fine amount of booze and laughs.
Feel free to reach out on the number at the top, but:
Sorry, no reservations! We’re dead simple; just come along. It’s Soho, so there’s always somewhere else to go if we’re jammed.
Due to our license, we have to ID literally everyone who comes by - have it with you, or be sad inside.
We’re the A-team when it comes to service, but it means we’re busy. So if we don’t make it to the phone on the time, well…soz.
The Cocktail Trading Co.
Our first ever full-blown lease, and still a kid we’re crazy over-protective for. See her in her full glory here (link), or, for her full full glory, just go have a drink there, obviously.
Her Majesty’s Secret Service
When old friend and colleague Ben Alcock came knockin', we just had to answer the door. Our first collaboration in Bristol, HMSS is a dear sister to us, and a lot of fun.
Stokes Croft, Bristol
The Bristol site with dear Benny is a real pretty thing. Drinks have evolved into tipples both refined and great, and there's quite the kitchen offering. If you've never been almost-physically aroused by a bagel, well... just realised how that sounds. There are bagels on the menu, ok?