Firstly, it’s not a club: anyone can walk down the stairs of the former Grape Street Wine Bar into this dark basement bar. It’s owned by the same team behind the other LCC in Goodge Street, and is cut from the same cloth: a post-work, hair-down, ties-off celebration of the consequence-free side of drinking. Inhibitions are unwelcome, as are any intentions of solitude or complex conversation. It’s loud, extroverted and unashamedly cheesy – the soundtrack on our visit included sing-yourself-hoarse anthems like ‘Don’t Stop Believin”, ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ and ‘Greased Lightnin”. But although the staff are also straight out of the Brian Flanagan school of good-time bartending, they’ve got some serious skills, and the cocktail list is irreverent and engaging. Give it a whirl – who knows, you may like it.
For info, see London Cocktail Club listings.