69 Colebrooke Row

Otherwise known as ‘the bar with no name’ this tiny corner spot is a beguiling mix of Parisian chic, New York speakeasy & London cool. Chemical mixologist Tony Conigliaro is in charge of the well-stocked bar, with its neatly arranged rows of glasses, & he is a master at taking base ingredients & turning them into liquid gold. He spends two days a week in his lab (as do his fellow bar staff), hubble-bubbling over stills & a refrigerated centrifuge. You could order a classic here, but it seems churlish not to try an original invention, such as liquorice whisky sour (Cutty Sark whisky, lemon juice & liquorice syrup) or silver mountain (Kigo shochu, white silver-tipped tea with a hint of cassis). Wine & one beer (Vedett) creep in at the end of the menu, along with some elegant nibbles.