It's 11.30 and the club is jumpin', jumpin’… even in East Dulwich
We enjoyed a rare 'after hours' knees-up on Saturday, in the form of a rollicking spell at House of Tippler. The bar's long, skinny shape couldn't accommodate a proper dance floor but that didn't stop the mid '30s crowd busting dated - but cheerful - moves. On this occasion, the DJ was playing a hilarious mix of '90s garage (Artful Dodger; DJ Luck and MC Neat) and retro R ’n' B (Montell Jordan; Destiny's Child). While the kitsch soundtrack didn't hit the spot for my other half, he was equally happy to soak up the unpretentious, feelgood atmosphere… and it did not stop him dancing.
The chaps behind the bar beamed with universally sunny dispositions, slinging cocktails from the comfort of their hideous Hawaiian shirts. We queued for a good few minutes ahead of our first drink (safe in the knowledge that a proper Old-Fashioned takes time), but the wait was entirely worthwhile. These were the kind of savvy barmen that notice who’s next, and whatever we ordered was consistently ace. No unnecessary bells or whistles; just well-executed classics and impressive house specials. (The signature Lordship Mule was a belter, muddling rum and pink fizz with rhubarb and ginger to lip-smacking effect). Table service operated whenever staff could navigate their way through the jolly hoards, so I’d endeavour to nab a stool next time. Not only were cocktails a mere £7.95 a pop, but I’d wager they’re the best in the neighbourhood.
Midweek the feel is far calmer and quietly cool, while lacking in any delusions of grandeur. It's just plain likeable, and worth looking out for tastings, brunches and pop ups in the kitchen. In short: good, clean fun with a later license on Lordship Lane.