Peckham Springs

213 Blenheim Grove , London, SE15 4QL

1 reviews

Bars Peckham

SquareMeal Review of Peckham Springs

Housed in pristine white arches directly opposite local hotspot Bar Story, here is an interesting modern art gallery and events space with a bar attached – although its hipster crowd is more likely to be critiquing the venue’s £6 cocktails than what’s being exhibited. Even so, the drinks are as pretty as a picture – especially the house signature Peckham spring water (a G&T/mojito hybrid based on Bombay Sapphire gin). Other good-looking sips range from espresso martini, negroni, Earl Grey Tom Collins and mango daiquiri to cooling watermelon ‘agua fresca’ (based on Cabrito Gold Tequila). Keenly priced wines, Stowford Press cider, world beers (Asahi, Brooklyn, Budvar) and Jägerbombs imply the groovy crowd is preparing to move the party on when the Springs pulls down its shutters on the stroke of midnight.

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6.0

Food & Drink: 6.0

Service: 6.0

Atmosphere: 7.0

Value: 8.0

Food & Drink: 3.0

Service: 3.0

Atmosphere: 3.0

Value: 4.0

The Cheese platinum reviewer 12 July 2015

If tailbacks leading to nearby Frank's are ridiculous, then Peckham Springs offers an alternative spot of urban sunshine. There's room for big groups to sprawl, with outdoor space to either sit or prop up your glass and lean in nonchalant fashion. With food options (fried chicken and corn on the cob), an art gallery and Bar Story across the way, there's sufficient to keep you occupied and it culminates in quite a buzz. An eclectic crowd tends to gather, from trendy zygotes to doddery old locals like myself. Novelty jumpsuits may do the rounds, but not to the exclusion of those wearing glasses in a non-ironic way (although I'd avoid rocking up fully suited and booted). Cocktails and bar staff can be inconsistent, ranging from bang on to overly sharp. It's worth trying the rhubarb bastard if your usual tipple is a negroni though, and it'll only knock you back six or seven quid. Part of me thinks Peckham Springs is a great use of the railway arches; the other half thinks it's a bit daft to hang out in a glorified car park, with only shipping containers by means of decoration. Loos are open air, which is all very novel until you realise they're also unisex and there isn't a single cubicle with a lock. (Untangling yourself from skinny jeans with only one hand is tricky, and it's not just me; 98% of hipsters agree).

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