Síbín is not the illegal watering hole of your Irish grandpappy, but a high-end shrine to the very legitimate business of whisky
There’s no thought of afternoon tea, in the glamorous surroundings of Bar Josephine. That ceiling? It demands you drink cocktails.
Once “the most important venue in the history of pop music”, see how the former Marquee Club scrubs up in modern Soho.
Perhaps the whisky world is ready for chocolate-rich roasted malt, fermented for three weeks, cut at a dangerously early point and then aged in a white port or Tokaij cask. Perhaps not. But wouldn’t it be fun to find out?
Making my own salty sea breeze of a whisky – with a touch of peat smoke, chocolate malt and sherry-soaked machair – at Black Rock.
Nine Lives in Bermondsey may be the closest you’ll get to drinking on Ian Fleming’s Caribbean estate without leaving central London.