Open from seven, late every night

The city gets better after dark.

The city gets better after dark. — Blue Hour

A short list, a long night, and a room built for staying in.

What we pour

Twelve drinks, made properly.

Six we always have, and six that move with whatever the market gave us.

  • Blue Hour340

    Gin, dry vermouth, salted plum

  • Long Shadow380

    Rye, amaro, orange oil

  • Bangkok Sour360

    Rum, tamarind, lime, egg white

  • Quiet Room380

    Mezcal, grapefruit, chilli salt

  • Off the Clock220

    Non-alcoholic, roselle and lime

Six on the list always, six that move with the market. Prices are fictional.

A bartender straining a cocktail under a warm lamp
The stir, the strain, the pause before it goes down

What you hear

Records first, requests second.

Resident selectors four nights a week, loud enough to feel and quiet enough to talk over.

  • WednesdayResident, records only
  • ThursdayResident, records only
  • FridayGuest selector, from ten
  • SaturdayGuest selector, from ten
Clear ice in a heavy tumbler catching a single warm light
One large cube, cut in house, every night

Take the room

The back room seats twenty.

Your night, our bar team, and a tab you can cap before anyone orders.

Seated
Twenty
Standing
Thirty-five
Minimum spend
Agreed and capped first
Notice
Two weeks, or ask anyway
An empty corner of the lounge with banquettes and a single candle
The back room, before seven

Book a table

Walk in, or hold a booth.

Half the room stays unbooked for whoever turns up.

Concept action / No table is held

A single amber cocktail glowing on the dark counter
Blue HourA fictional concept preview