Our secret BAD drinking hole

So imagine you're bored. You've just left the bar in Soho that wasn't that good anyway. But you can't find anywhere to go. It's midnight, you're getting cold and you want somewhere new and original that doesn't have stupid door policies.

Well, this is when you end up in a complete dive. Now, we promised you yesterday we'd share our favourite bad drinking place with you. So take a trip to St. Moritz bar.

We want to hate it here. Really. But we just can't. It's impossible to hate the bad 80s rock music and the worse 80s hairdos. (Really, everyone has a mullet in here and they need to do something about it.) We've tried to hate it and we can't. It's just too much fun.

By fun we mean, squeezing our way through a sweaty crowd in a tiny room to get to the even sweatier crowd at the even tinier bar. But then once you have a Gin and tonic in a little plastic cup things seem better. Well, you end up buying doubles so you're drunk by the time you've got a seat. See, we told you it was fun.

So you find a seat (which is always easy to do for some reason) and you talk to randoms and get drunk and then you dance. To awful awful music. But it's that kind of awful music that you secretly like. And we bet you a fiver you're singing along to Meatloaf without even realising it. And you won't even mind there's a man flicking sweaty hair into your face as he dances. Actually, you will mind that. And so you should.

So there, on very rare occasions Glitterbitch is uncool. No. Don't laugh at us. You wanted to know where our bad place was and this is it. St. Mortiz is great and we love it. At least we didn't say Point 101.

St. Moritz is on Wardour street and best tried when drunk on a Saturday. We're very confused about having a link to Meatloaf on our site. We will go back to being cool and sophisticated tomorrow.

Flickr image from Mark Hillary's photostream.

Written by Sian on 9 Jan 2008 5:58 PM. Permalink