As I write this the morning after a few “quiet drinks” in The Mayor of Scaredy Cat Town, head a-throbbing, I understand why the food upstairs is of the type I would call “stomach lining”. You would be very wise to eat there before descending into the cavernous basement of this beautifully bonkers little bar as, once in, there is no natural light and there are no clocks; the Bermuda Time Triangle could easily gobble up your night. Despite being barely past 6 on a week night, the place is already busy but we manage to snag some bar stools and settle in, a little too easily. In fact this is a great spot to watch the expert bar staff ply their blending trade, which they do with skill and innovation. I am asked if I have ever tried a Cosmo with egg white and would I like to? The answer is No (I am suspicious of food in drinks, and likewise drinks in food, the result of overindulgence in sherry trifles in my childhood no doubt) but I appreciate being asked. The barman charmingly knocks up an off-the-cuff mocktail for our pregnant friend and the rest of us work our way through a fair number of the cocktail list, which is short enough to be unintimidating but long enough to cover the classics as well as a few originals (all around the usual London price of £8-9). I'd definitely recommend a trip here with friends or dates but be prepared for it to be busy and to wait until you are admitted through the secret entrance (I am not going to blow the cover on this, although it is probably now an open secret). And be warned, you will need paracetamol to hand in the morning.