Few bars have quite such a handle on fun as this surreptitious speakeasy, located a couple of corridor turns into Chelsea Cloisters. Slip the doorman a wink, kick back a heel and dive headlong into a world of 1930s kitsch – from the pulp fiction-inspired entrance to the ruby red wallpaper, bric-a-brac artwork and well-thumbed dressing-up box. All the classic cocktails are present and correct (think a Whiskey Sour with Bulleit Bourbon), but if you really want to let the good times roll, we recommend the tasting selection of house cocktails served in miniature teacups or specials such as Mystic Note (a gramophone filled with lemongrass-infused Tanqueray, apple juice and gomme syrup). ‘Shady associates’ Gaucho, next door, provide a succinct food menu, so if things start getting out of hand, soak up the excess gin with a steak slider or a burger and chimichurri chips.